"Yes."
"You know him already. You have your agreement, and you have all of us traveling with you."
"Some of you seem considerably more pleased about that than others."
"Some of us are very pleased with the adorable ribbons. I might just have to visit your stylist when we get back."
The dragonkin gave her a wounded look, and Sera's smile returned as she squeezed her hand back.
"I'm pleased you trusted me enough to listen. I know this is most unpleasant for a mighty warrior like you."
"It's a rather different sort of unpleasant from the one I am used to."
Outside, the sail caught the wind with a heavy flap. Veshara looked toward the window, where the coastline had begun moving past them, then back at the elf beside her.
"All right. What am I supposed to do when somebody says... those things?"
