"I didn't think to mention it to you, my lord." Penelope mumbled.
"And why is that?" Kion requested.
"Because…because its completely normal to encounter people of different races in Styria. I thought you wouldn't care much that he was an elf, considering that no one usually does."
Kion slowly began to realise the way Penelope talked, like a mouse trapped in a corner, scared for that its life may be cut short at any instant. It was the same way she had talked to him when he'd first met her, like she was beneath him.
Like she was a slave.
He knew she had been worried, but he didn't know how to respond to her, or to anyone. She must had gone back to her default nature after he gave her the cold shoulder.
"Look, I'm sorry if I came off as harsh." Kion said, causing Penelope's eyes to light up.
"That fight took a lot out of me and, I was just trying to have my own space, to recharge and reflect, you understand?"
Penelope nodded.
