<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla lower lip turned into a pout at the question, and she got almost an annoyed look on her face. There had been one thing in the past two weeks that she’d hated, that she’d not understood the purposes of. With a grumble, she answered him reluctantly. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Madame Demoiselle’s stupid meditations to ‘calm my emotions.’”</span>