Ezra's eye twitched.
And surprisingly, it wasn't because of Kaelis.
Ezra was tired.
He had gone through too much in a single day. Too many emotions, too many things he didn't even have time to process properly.
His secrets had slipped, things he spent years hiding now hanging in the open.
And now—
They were questioning him.
Him.
Just him.
"Captain Ezra…?" Aurien asks, clearly noticing the silence and the shift in Ezra's presence.
Ezra takes a deep breath, then slams his hand on the wooden table. Not hard enough to break anything, but enough to make everyone pause.
"Look… save all your damn pitchforks," Ezra snaps.
It surprises most of them.
Everyone except Kaelis, who looks like he's barely holding back a smile.
Lior also didn't seem too affected, mostly just quietly watching.
"Excuse me?" Aamon asks, leaning back slightly.
