"Are you sure you really are a noble, hmm?" Azrael asked with a provoking smirk.
Ashelia instantly froze as her eyes took on a confused look as if she couldn't immediately process what he was saying.
'What?' she thought, the hard pounding of her heart coming to a slow stop. 'Was that... was that really what he wanted to ask?'
Azrael's eyes remained on her. "You look like you can barely do anything on your own," he stated, his usual sly grin in place. "So how is it that you know how to treat wounds like a healer?"
Ashelia swallowed and a cool wave of relief washed over her, almost making her want to collapse to the floor and cry.
"What do you mean by that?'' She managed to keep her voice steady. "I am far more capable than I look!"
Azrael crossed his arms and studied her, his expression more questioning than anything. But she still blushed under his gaze.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?!" She sputtered.
