Falcon held her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, not out of anger, but out of calculation, as though he were measuring just how much of this place he would tolerate before it became a problem that needed to be removed entirely. Then, without another word, he turned and resumed walking, his pace steady, controlled, and just fast enough to remind her that he did not slow down for anyone.
Destene rubbed her forehead lightly where she had bumped into him, muttering under her breath before quickly catching up again, though this time she kept a careful half-step behind him, her usual teasing tone fading slightly into something more observant.
