Tattletale
Ah, mortal wounds. My only weakness.
Mentions: Vaudivolt Elvario SilverFeathers
Seth scoffed, not moving an inch. Actually, scratch that, he took a step forward, leaning in to stand face close to the squirrel girl. “Yeah, not happening. Not until you put the sword away. You're not touching him.” Huh, now that they were this close, he realised she wasn't that much shorter than him. Ah, well, too late to retract. Better double down instead. The mercenary rolled his eyes at the poor attempt of backtalk, and didn't miss a beat to answer. “You haven't? Then you're far too green, lass.” Not that self stabbing was that common in training, but he was just feeling contrarian. He would have added something else, did she not know what a runt meant?, but he was prevented from escalating when Ceylan's smooth voice cut in.
“Argh, fine!” Seth backed down a bit. Ceylan was a big boy, he could take care of himself. Still, why did he have to be so level-headed, and reasonable, and… Seth blinked, taking stock of himself for a second. He really wasn't acting like usual. The situation wasn't ideal, sure, but it wasn't such a big deal. The previous night's attack had rankled him more than he would have liked to admit. He took a deep breath and stepped back, falling in with Ricti. “...Fine. But if she hurts you, I'm smacking her.”
He did, however, pay attention to the priest's talk. It was interesting to learn more about Ceylan. He didn't seem that old, but he must have lived an exceptionally busy life. And a dangerous one. He glanced sideways to his other companion too, trying to gauge his reaction. The younger man was usually inscrutable, and he was curious about him too. Seth tensed back again when Ceylan mentioned her striking him down, but didn't react otherwise. He must have known what he was doing.