<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">As Ayla walked away Drakus went with her, putting his hand on her shoulder like he normally did when he would have to force her away. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">“That was...different from normal. No flying off the handle, no attacking her. Who finally managed to get this shit into your skull?”</span>