Useful as ever, Azel leaned against her door, patiently waiting for her to finish getting ready. "The last time I had dinner with them they made me do dishes," he complained. "I make my own bed, but dishes…"
Tailtiu pulled her sleeves up; they stayed in place. Both of them couldn't be roped in. Staying out too late would make her miss Claud. Friggin Claud. "Hey, how'd you know you liked Edain?"
He looked off. Years of friendship, yet still so bashful. "I, uh, knew."
"Good answer."
"I did! I saw her and I knew."
Simple, but he'd always been. "Yeah, but—" caught on her tongue, she swallowed. "Was it really that easy?"
"I think it was. Then I got to know her," from a distance; Azel talked with any girl but her. "Of course, she's married to Midir now, and I know when to stop carrying feelings for someone. I've told you this stuff before."
"I know, I know." Spoiled of her, but she didn't think anyone was chasing after Claud like men did Edain. If they were, no one mentioned it. Obnoxiously, part of her knew he wasn't the worst man to marry. "I just… wanted to ask."