Elise's shriek bounced around the arena while Hajin held his hand well away from her gathered tunic.
'Great, wonderful, the whole basement now thinks I stabbed her with a frozen fork.'
"Pain?" he asked, keeping his fingers spread open beside his knee until she turned.
"N-no," she squeaked, while Sable steadied the cloth behind her, "your hand was just warmer than I expected,"
"and I knew everybody was staring, which apparently mattered far more than I intended."
"I didn't even start the mana part yet!" His ears burned hot enough to warm the whole wall.
[ CringeSlayer91: He got sent to the wall and the corner in one morning. ]
Footsteps scraped closer from beyond Juna's shoulder, heading straight toward the seated women and their gathered cloth.
The scarred swordsman advanced with one hand on his scabbard, craning his neck to see past her ears.
"What's he doing back there?" he barked, lifting his chin like the extra inch might help, "Let me see."
