<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla gave her brother a knowing smirk, even as he rolled his eyes. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;He Likes me.&gt;</i></span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;that might not be a good thing.&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he fell back into step with them, letting out a sigh. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“My sister has started many barroom brawls by speaking her mind. You must understand my trepidation.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he explained, glancing back over at her.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> &lt;oh stop smirking will you?&gt;</span></i>