"How are your senses?" Edwyn asked, keeping his tone gentle and low. The girl was rather jittery, and Alarik's boisterous speaking voice made her jump out of her skin.
"Everything is still so much," the girl gasped, her voice strained and unused to making pitch and emotion.
"Yes, well," Edwyn said. "We'll take it slow."
"Are you hungry?" Alarik asked, standing next to the bed where Edwyn and the girl sat. He leaned down, putting his face close to hers, and ignored Edwyn's chiding of personal space. "Anything you want, we have plenty of money, trust me."
"What's your name?" Edwyn said, waving Alarik away with a stern expression.
"Titania," she answered. She was wringing the hem of her tattered skirt in her hands, her eyes darting frantically between the two men who were much taller than she was.
"Ah I love that name!" Alarik blurted out. He clapped his hands - his smile was as wide as it was honest. Such a pretty girl with a pretty name was definitely something that could put the well intentioned man into a very good mood.
"Alarik," Edwyn said severely, puncturing several holes in the blonde's exuberance bucket with barely more than a look. "If you would please settle down and get us something to eat. You're rattling her more than those devices did."
"Spoil sport," Alarik spat petulantly, then shuffled off with a huff.
"I-" Titania sputtered, rubbing her stomach as if she had an ache. "I.. I mean it's okay, he's.. he's nice and I ap.. appreciate..." Her voice faded away when Edwyn lifted a hand in a gentle motion of requesting her to be at ease.
"I understand, however if he gets too excited he sometimes cannot control his own magic. He's been trained well, but having an element such as fire is very wild no matter how much control you have."
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