[Sirithheruwen]

Lily had left the table after soothing Posco. She disappeared behind the rugged stranger Twylight expected was hiding Marcho. She emerged soon afterwards, red and shaking with anger the way Twylight had been just moments before. She figured some confrontation had happened, and despite the little voice in her head telling her to ask, she did not.

Turning an eye on Posco, she was amused to see him trying to flatten his hair (though all in vain). His eye was on Lily, and he was blushing. "You must think me an awful sight," he whispered just loud enough for the table to hear when they strained their ears just a little bit. Iadarion opened his mouth to speak, but Twylight grabbed his arm and tilted her head slightly in Lily's direction. He looked from Lily to Posco with his mouth still wide open when a look of understanding lit up his features. He winked slightly in Twylight's direction, and she let go of his arm as if it were on fire.