The spice had yet to subside. Fanilly had enjoyed a very mild, slight bite in a meal before. It was just the barest hint of spice. But any more then that, she simply couldn't handle very well in the least.

This was quite a bit spicier then that meal. Even if she no longer felt like she had to keep her hands clapped over her mouth, the slim blonde's tongue was hanging as she gulped in air, trying and failing to address the hot sensation currently mounting a full-scale assault on her tongue.

More? Why would she want more?! Fanilly was completely unable to wrap her mind over why she could possibly want more when just one was causing her mouth to burn up this much. At the very least, the heat was beginning to ebb away, losing intensity more and more by the moment.

At least for the moment, however, Cecilia's secondary motivations had indeed paid off. There was no way that Fanilly could focus right now, the young knight-captain quite distracted by the fiery little prank.

But when Sir Renar entered, she frantically tucked her tongue back into her mouth, the burning having subsided enough by now for her to at least attempt to project some kind of composure. It was enough that she'd faltered so much in front of just one of her knights, she couldn't do the same in front of another.

"I-I'm fine," she stammered, "A-absolutely fine. Don't worry, Sir Renar."

Flush on her face indicated otherwise.

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