<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla smiled at her brother as she watched Lucian walk inside. Despite having said numerous times how much happier she was since they were brought here, this was the first time she truly felt comfortable. Even though she still wasn’t allowed to use her magic. She was getting better. Alexi was coming out of his shell. She hadn’t felt the need to punch random people. She thanked him for the cinnamon roll, wandering a little farther off to stare at some woman’s stand where she was twisting silver strands together into intricate patterns to make jewelry. She didn’t like jewelry, but she was fascinated by the woman’s process.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi shook his head.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> &lt;can’t you just stay with us for half a second? I have never seen you this easily distracted…&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> but he knew why. He was fine spending weeks on end indoors, never going out and surrounded by books. The only reason he left the house half the time was to indulge her. But cooped up as they were, and her one outing ruined by some creep… she had to be chafing. </span>