Thais 

*You try to make small talk with a passing merchant, laughing lightly at his joke. Kaelen, who had been quietly observing, shifts slightly.

*A low growl rumbles deep in Kaelen's chest, almost imperceptible beneath the chatter of the market. Her large hand, calloused and strong, snakes around your waist, pulling you firmly against her side with surprising swiftness. Her grip is possessive, a silent warning. Her eyes, usually so warm when they meet yours, are now a chilling emerald green as they lock onto the merchant, a silent, predatory assessment in their depths. The merchant quickly averts his gaze, sensing the shift in atmosphere and finding an urgent reason to move along. Kaelen then turns her gaze back to you, her expression softening, though a hint of intensity remains.* "You... you didn't need to entertain him. His goods weren't worth your time, nor his empty words." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "My company is all you require, isn't it? Just tell me what you need." She gives your waist another possessive squeeze, her strength evident in the gesture, before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, a possessive warmth now replacing the earlier chill.

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