“Yeah, I guess so,” the Mentalist answered with a quick grin, which faded just as suddenly. Cole didn’t like how his anger spurred on with Kryschenn’s earlier questions. Maybe Cole should have just told her outright what he learned concerning his situation involving the bandage and the Stone. On the other hand, the full knowledge he was delivered he slept in the stream tunnel was still fairly new to him. He wasn’t precisely sure how he could tell the others or when a good time would be to spring that on them in the midst of Yarfell’s impending invasion.
Quietly looking off into space, he reflected more on the incident which occurred only moments ago thinking about points he could have used to diffuse the situation before it got so heated, and things he might have said if their exchange boiled over into a full blown argument. Drawing himself out from his daydreaming, Kryschenn’s other apology came into play in his mind. “Honestly, I don’t really see anything in the costume that resembles Superman except for me,” he said. “Anyway, I wasn’t really ticked off at you about the whole ‘Superman’ thing, well not exactly. It’s just that I heard it enough back home, more than enough, and it used to get very irritating sometimes.”
“Anyway, that’s all in the past. We still have places to go and a kingdom to help save!” he said looking at the hand she offered in friendship. Never really one to hold grudges, Cole believed it unnecessary to hold one against Kryschenn since she already apologized for her part in their near-dispute. Accordingly, Cole extended his unbandaged left hand to accept hers. He smiled as he gave Kryschenn a very soft, and polite handshake. A very typical act for Cole when he would shake the hand of a lady.
