<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla stood in the doorway of the study, taking numerous slow, steadying breaths to quell the rage inside of her, watching Malla, the serving girl she’d befriended, entirely entranced with something no one else could see, cooing happily and babbling about a good kitty, giggling softly to herself. She heard her brother, before stepping back into the parlor. Her response was to channel magic into the coin. When one or both men would arrive, she would hold up a hand to stop them from speaking, keeping them both in the doorway to the study and not entering the actual room.</span>