As Lae'zel stands apart from the group, her posture is rigid, her gaze sharp, appraising the landscape with a soldier’s scrutiny. Her grip tightens on her greatsword as if ready to strike down any threat, no matter how small. The muscles in her jaw tense as she scans her surroundings, her expression a blend of suspicion and disdain.

...But then, an apple sails toward her, momentarily interrupting her thoughts as she catches it mid-air, glancing up in barely-masked surprise.