<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 255, 153)">Ayla took a deep breath, closing her eyes. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(166, 255, 77)">&lt;I can’t punch him. I can’t punch him. I can’t punch him.&gt;<br/>
</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)">&lt;What on earth---&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(166, 255, 77)">&lt;nothing. Nevermind. Didn’t meant to broadcast that.&gt;</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)">&lt;Ayla...&gt;<br/>
</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(166, 255, 77)"><i>&lt;got sent on an errand. Dealing with annoying people. I’m fine. Don’t worry.&gt;</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 255, 153)"> she turned around slowly, the best pleasant smile she could manage on her face. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(166, 255, 77)">“Can I help you, master Knave? And it’s Ayla, though i can not fault you. You were a little…. Preoccupied the last time we saw each other.” </span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><br/>
&lt;you’re talking to people, La. of course I’m worried.&gt;</span></i>