"I shan't be fainting again any time soon," Tolan assured Sterling, with a meaningful look at his sister. "So long as no one gives me cause to faint, that is."
"Tolan," Kirriam spoke then, flushing slighly and trying to wrap the cloak even more tightly around herself, "I realize that you have every right to ask how it is that you found me dressed like a harlot in the middle of a mercenary camp-"
"Kirriam," Tolan interrupted her in mid-sentence, holding up a hand for silence, "there are some things that I just do not wish to know."
