Theirn stepped forward to introduce himself as well. “You are beautiful,” he murmured. “May I ask what are you?”
“I am a Naiad, a nymph of fresh waters.” She placed her hand on Lain’s arm. “He saved me when this land was made barren by the one who calls himself prince.”
“I only gave you a place to live,” Lain stated in a self-deprecating way.
“How often must I tell you not to be so modest, my love?”
“Well now I understand his reticence to involve you in our plans,” Castien commented with a smile. “He is as protective of you as I am of Theirn.”
“Over-protective,” Theirn muttered, which earned him a light pat on his behind.
Before anyone could say more, Alassiel asked, “What plans?”
“Well…” Theirn replied at the same time Castien told her, “A plan that will die aborning if I have my way.”
Alassiel turned to Lain. “Perhaps you should tell me as these two seem to be in disagreement.”