Zaylin watched as a smile forced its way across the other girl’s lips before she spoke her reassurance of wellness.  

“Yeah, well, it’s kind of customary to apologize for stepping on someone.” Zaylin grinned. She blew at the hair over her eyes, and met Hazel’s almost silvery gaze with her own, Zaylin’s eyes so dark a gray they looked almost black.

Her brows rose as Hazel’s false smile inched a bit wider upon introducing herself.

“I’m Zaylin.” She offered a hand out for the girl to shake. “Devonshire, if you really want to know.” She took in the look of panic that settled over Hazel and the girl’s fidgety fingers. “Everything okay?” she asked slowly. “Don’t let me keep you from anything,” she added as she connected the concept of impatience to Hazel.