Aziel felt quite amused as he watched the two boy's complicated looks for an extra moment, before turning his attention back to the shy young girl sitting next to her.
Myra's cheeks were red as a ripe tomato, with several conflicting emotions mixing together in that small, lithe frame of hers. Her heart was beating to a rather chaotic rhythm, her mind was slowly descending into an absolute mess.
She was unable to formulate a question any more, despite having the desire to. After the many outrageous, shocking, and most importantly, quite impossible events that happened in quick succession, her mind had a really hard time processing everything.
Starting from the moment she landed her gaze on the figure she was already a mess. This strange sensation of knowing someone when you clearly don't was eating away at her bit by bit.