Cerdian looked down, trying to feign shock. He was very, very bad at doing so.
"Hovering? Oh no. Alex was looking up at something on the ceiling and I was just trying to see what it was. I can't find it, though. Can you?" Cerdian asks, looking up at the ceiling again and pointing.
Of course, there was little violet spot that seemed to move along the ceiling in time with his finger, which was what caught Alex's attention.
He didn't /mean/ to hover, but Cerdian /knows/ Lian. She could sneak out of Fort Knox with twenty guards standing ten feet away if she was given ten seconds and a quiver of arrows. He knew what was on her mind and he wanted to stop her from doing something dangerous, because Alex was still here and needed her.
"Do you want some ice cream? What about something to eat?" Cerdian asks for what is actually the sixth time...this hour.
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