Thoughts raced through his mind. Why does she care? Does she really, or is she just faking? She's going to betray you. Trust no one, remember?
He moved away from her a bit in his seat.
Terrance removed his weapon from his cloak as he walked a bit behind the rest of the group. Focusing to shrink it down to the size of a needle, he used it to scratch small cuts onto a part of his arm hidden from view.
@Random Bystander @Lunamor @Weaver of Lights