Sevir didn’t know if he was imagining it or if Bailong was taking a step closer to him. Regardless, he pushed the arm away, unable to push the man. “Exaggeration. It could very well be someone trying to hinder our run.”
“Then they did more good than damage, for we found a safe hiding place after that. Your highness, I still think his minor ability could be spirit or wood.”
Thinking of his father as immortal or a king didn’t sit well with him. The man agreed, “seeing through my masking ability is no small feat. Anything else that reinforced spirit or wood affinities?”
Bailong looked to RuIng, who pursed his lips. “You know him better than me. I know more about his fire ability.”
Sevir watched them talk about him as if he wasn’t there, yet couldn’t interrupt. If they could figure out his abilities and affinities, he could fight the oncoming enemy better.