[color=pink][u]Lyn, College[/u][/color]



Lyn had completely missed Henri’s surprise in her comment, her attention fully on Leith. It was likely for the best or she might’ve thought she said something wrong. Due to the nature of her situation, the woman had been completely isolated from certain facts that her childhood wasn’t normal. 



She let a small chuckle escape her lips when Leith brought up the gift he gave her. Gingerly her hands reached into the pouch and shoving Tyrael’s stone aside, pulled out the small rune. 



[color=pink] “I’m very happy you did. Do you know how hard it was to not say over half of what I wanted at that age? It was even harder not to mentally speak using only this. I mean, it’s a lot easier and you get so much more information out in one reply then when you have to take a breath.”[/color]  



Before Lyn could reply to Henri’s last statement, her ears caught someone approaching them. 



Lyn’s eyes popped wide open when she spotted her godfather. His usually twisted, the grey mass was broken by several flowers growing on the surface. They shattered the usually dull pattern with their bright petals in full bloom as Tyrael occasionally ripped them out, crushing the delicate plants in his fists briefly. If she didn’t know better, she suspected he had been snooping somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. 



After the surprise wore off when Tyrale replied, Leith offered to take the written report to Lucilia. An unsettling sensation nudged at the youth that something off. However, she couldn’t fully accept what it was. Unable to place it, she remained quiet about it and nodded her head in agreement. Though she couldn’t hide the blushing that followed Leith’s last statement, unsure if he was talking about Ssarak and Mei or Henri and her. 



Still smiling at her godfather’s keen instincts, she was relieved to be able to do what Henri originally suggested without interruption. A thought then crossed her mind. As Grey addressed Henri, she stepped into the strong scent zone. It didn’t bother her badly since her tongue was her main scent organ and her nostrils for breathing, making it easier to tolerate the air. 



[color=pink] “Professor, sir,”[/color] she began playing along with his image, [color=pink]“Do you know if mother has returned or not?”[/color]