Aeron's eyebrows knit closer together, not in a frown, but in thought. His midnight-blue eyes skimmed Kire's face when she mentioned she wore it better. He had no idea how to respond to such a comment. Not when her face was scarred as it was, but he supposed she would know better.
"Turned ten a few weeks ago." He said quietly, his lips twitching for a moment. Zeke glanced up from his work to the boy, all anger gone from his expression for the split second that Aeron met his gaze. He reached out and patted the boys wrist, and Aeron straightened.

"I'm told I'm not allowed to ask girls that question." He admitted, pulling his arms out of Zeke's reach and folding them across his chest. "You're going to go after her, right? The face thief?" Aeron looked down, nudging a pinecone with his shoe. "How did she get it? Is it an enchantment? Like Unc, erm. Like Ruli does?"