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When they both entered the dining hall late the next morning Sorey wore a smile outshining the sun.
Edna wondered how it was even possible for him to look yet more lively and cheerful than he usually did.
Sorey was barely through the doorway when the owner of the inn caught him and exuberantly enquired whether the Shepherd had slept well and whether everything was truly to his satisfaction. The short, mustached man bowed profusely while talking to him. Sorey, as always, appeared somewhat flustered by the venerating attention he was receiving but amiably conversed with their host.
Mikleo, being caught in the doorway behind Sorey but invisible to the excited innkeeper, watched them serenely, the softest smile tugging at his lips as his glance wandered from the stocky man to Sorey.
Lailah's eyes sparkled as she waited for them to join them at the table. Edna only shook her head and stuffed the remains of her hearty potato fritters into her mouth.
When Sorey concluded his conversation with the happily beaming innkeeper, who, moving backwards, made an effort not only to bow to Sorey but also to where Mikleo was supposed to be, the two of them made their way to the huge wooden table where they had previously spotted the rest of their team.
"You’re not doing what I think you’re doing?!“ Rose leaned in close to Zaveid, who had rocked his chair backwards, flagrantly scrutinizing the young men’s gaits.
He barely had time to smirk back at the squire when Edna cleared her throat, already standing behind her chair. "Are you done?!"
"Aah...right!" The wind seraph pushed himself out of his seat. "Gonna get the supplies!" He nodded and followed the younger seraph beelining for the exit.
"Supply duty." The blonde seraph deadpanned, striding past the enthusiastic Shepherd before he could open his mouth to greet her.
„Shagleo!“ She sneered under her breath, ungently jostling the water seraph in passing.
Mikleo’s checks blushed, whether from embarrassment or indignation, and he opened his mouth to protest. A throaty chuckle and a big hand on his shoulder stopped him. Glancing up he found Zaveid’s wide, toothy smile grin back at him.
“You should feel triumphant!“ The taller seraph looked at him. „You gave the good Shepherd quite a laying!“
Mikleo’s face turned furiously crimson. The wind seraph only laughed and with something akin to approval he patted his back and followed Edna out of the room.