Wounded Honor And A Guardian's Desire For Fun
As Hestria gazed at the man who had approached her while she was with Oliver and Leona, beads of sweat formed on the side of her forehead, streaming down slowly. "It's Aron. What is he doing here, and at a time like this?" She gritted her teeth slightly, hinting at the fact that she was worried about what Leona and Oliver would do to him if he became a problem standing in the way of their mission.
Wanting to find the right words to deter him without giving the idea that she was in a rather complicated situation, she began to stutter, "W..well, you see, the others, t-they, um, well..."
Aron started to notice something amiss. He momentarily observed Hestria's body language, her tone of voice, and then Leona and Oliver, who seemed to exude a rather strange air of confidence despite the situation.