She can tell he's acting, but for a moment, the urge is still there to defend Tataru. The lalafellin woman has nothing but adoration for Haurchefant; Y'tajha knows that she would never dream of saying anything against him. But the grin replaces his serious look before she can say anything, something boyish and playful, enough to stop her in her tracks. Another thing filed away to consider later.
What everyone already knows.
She can't help herself; she leans across the table to raise her eyebrows at him in a question, smile broad on her lips as she comments, "If a curious guest of the garrison may ask: of what common knowledge might you be speaking, my lord? If there are stories of our host, I simply must hear them."
The words are innocent enough, but there's a timbre to her voice that makes even Alphinaud, stewing to himself at the other end of the table, look up in her direction. It's not a tone he's ever heard from the Mothercrystal's chosen before.
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What everyone already knows.
She can't help herself; she leans across the table to raise her eyebrows at him in a question, smile broad on her lips as she comments, "If a curious guest of the garrison may ask: of what common knowledge might you be speaking, my lord? If there are stories of our host, I simply must hear them."
The words are innocent enough, but there's a timbre to her voice that makes even Alphinaud, stewing to himself at the other end of the table, look up in her direction. It's not a tone he's ever heard from the Mothercrystal's chosen before.