Misjudged Him?

The echoing silence of the cavern returned as Asher released his hold on her, a look of faint surprise in Ceti's eyes as she even forgot he was holding her hands until now.

He pushed himself up to his feet with a grunt, dusting off his hands, "Where I learnt it from doesn't concern you," he said, a single brow arched up, "You ought to just focus on the task at hand and be grateful that you now learned that technique," Asher literally meant she should be grateful since this may not have been the most powerful technique he had learned, but it was quite dear to him.

And the person who taught him…He could never forget them.

A wave of heat flushed up to her cheeks as his words snapped her back to reality. 

She realized the imprudence of her question in their current situation, not to mention the disrespect it showed to his personal boundaries. 

Getting up quickly, she couldn't shake off the awkward tension in the air, so she chose to address it.