“Follow me. I’m headed that direction.” Siamyo starts off in the direction of the capital, glancing at Gulnuar. Do you trust him? ‘What do you think?’ Gulnuar snorts softly.
“Excuse me, but I am not a ’that’.” Siamyo laughs. “Lighten up, Gulnuar.” She turns to Haboorith and scratches Gulnuar under the chin. “What’s wrong? Don’t you trust me? He can handle it.”