Tyrion Tactics

Haelvia honestly had no idea what her childhood friend, Justus, looked like after so many years. However, teasing the only other Divine Armor pilot in the company was something she enjoyed. 

It made his presence... bearable. 

The sound of Loki coughing and clearing his throat made her turn back to face him. 

The boy was biting his upper lip... He made a cute popping noise that seemed slightly out of place for him. 

"Hey, uh..."

"Mhmmm~?" 

"You uh...?" The boy wiggled his fingers, as if he was playing with them... "Did you have uh... some kind of... relationship? With that guy?"

"Wh--" Haelvia choked on her saliva. She quickly unstoppered her waterskin and took a deep pull... "Hah! Loki, you... Ah. By the Flame, no..."

"Well..." Loki tilted his head, "why not?" 

Haelvia shook her head violently. Her? Having anything more than a friendly relationship with Justus? The thought had never crossed her mind, nor would it.