<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla straightened up, the slinging the satchel back over her shoulder and stepping to the side, so she was only half behind Lucian. If he wanted to believe that her Master was the one who had come here on his own, than she was fine with that. It kept her own abilities in the dark, and she’d already given him too much information as it was. She could tell from the poking sensation in her mind that Alexi was concerned, probably pacing back and forth.</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;I am not.&gt;</span><br/>
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&lt;I’m Fine Xi. Lucian’s here. His ‘friend’ thinks it was him who hit him with the exploding illusion.&gt; </span></i>