Aranea approached Leonel. He was leaning on the tree's trunk, his arms still crossed in front of his chest.
Not knowing how to talk to him, Aranea bit her bottom lip, debating within herself how to talk to him.
'Should I just tap his shoulder?'
'Should I say sorry that he felt left out?'
'Should I specifically ask what pissed him off?'
She doesn't know Leonel much, but with him feeling uncomfortable and pissed because of how he felt left out, then Aranea has no choice but to make him feel better.
Other than that, she wouldn't want to be in an awkward situation. With them supposed to talk about something when Darenn suggested it, as their Summoner, Aranea knew it's her responsibility to make him feel better.
Already gathering her courage, Aranea patted Leonel's shoulder. He instinctively turned his body to look at her, directly meeting their Summoner's green eyes.