She froze, barely allowing herself to breathe. I wanted to throw myself on his chest, hug him, hug him with my whole body, grab him with my claws and not let go. Every cell, every nerve in her body, like a dry twig ignited from a bonfire, burned from the inside. Tissaya clenched her fists in agony, forcing a faint semblance of a smile. She liked him. And admitting it was more dangerous than jumping on someone's scimitar voluntarily. Casually running her relaxed hand across the table, De Labre looked away, trying her best to pretend that the contents of the room were much more interesting to her than the wizard standing in its center.

– I didn't expect you to come visit me. This is a pleasant surprise, my winsome wizard.