How long had she suspected that something might have been going on? She didn’t even remember, but any time one mentioned the other, her suspicion rooted even deeper into her mind, sprouting into a tiny, cute little seedling. And now, what was wrong with her? There was nothing wrong with the two males displays. In fact, she had witnessed something quite similar – though perhaps not to this extent – between Ice and Marsh. Jessie had no right for them to deny one another, in fact, they were doing her a favor.

Judging by Askan’s screech of shock and Reyes’ wince shortly thereafter, she didn’t need them to tell her that they had no idea that she was there. Of course, Askan felt the need to tell her that anyone. The Rye Queen also did not need to be told that Askan was very much okay, at least physically. Of all things that had to have happened, it had to be this. Jessie was a private woman; she did not need to know the personal lives of her subordinates unless they felt it was absolutely necessary for her to know. What can I even say now? Reyes gave her much the opportunity to say something. She could definitely answer that.

The pepper-and-salt colored woman licked her lips, her voice clear, “I heard Askan yell out. I came over to make sure he was okay.” Which he clearly is. Jessie wasn’t exactly sure what they had been doing to warrant such a reaction from her Second but now her emerald eyes drifted between the two. Her reaction had been less than graceful and the Queen certainly felt as if she had to make up for it, especially since her dark Guardian still refused to meet her gaze. So with a wide green, the woman spoke again, “It is really good to see the two of you.” She wondered if they would catch the double-meaning.