Aya was still breathing heavily, recovering from the exertion of her performance, combined now with some alarm at the intrusion. She watched him carefully, her eyes narrowing, her body-language tense.
He seemed to shrink before her. The Elezen stood half a fulm taller than her, but was waif-thin, hardly an imposing presence. His eyes seemed to flit away, tossing furtive glances toward the mirrors. His timid body language seemed to let her relax, ever-so-slightly.
At his comment she canted her head, wondering again about the fellow.
She spoke, her voice forceful and laden with her Ishgardian accent, "That doesn't answer my question: who are you? And I'll add: what are you doing here?"
He seemed to shrink before her. The Elezen stood half a fulm taller than her, but was waif-thin, hardly an imposing presence. His eyes seemed to flit away, tossing furtive glances toward the mirrors. His timid body language seemed to let her relax, ever-so-slightly.
At his comment she canted her head, wondering again about the fellow.
She spoke, her voice forceful and laden with her Ishgardian accent, "That doesn't answer my question: who are you? And I'll add: what are you doing here?"
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