Leonard, deeply unsettled by the sudden display of reverence, asked his friends to stand up. "No need for that. It's just a silly prophecy, cut it out. Get up," he said, lightly touching Evelyn's chin, gently lifting her up. To others, the scene might have seemed romantic, but for Leonard, it was a natural gesture of camaraderie.
Mikaela, witnessing the scene, felt an inexplicable chill run through her and, on pure instinct, without even thinking, pulled Leonard's hand away from Evelyn's face.
The atmosphere, previously charged with respect and reverence, instantly transformed into something awkward and unsettling.
"Alright," Kaleb said, with his usual lack of tact, "now, to make it even more awkward, all we need is a pigeon to crap on our heads and the Orator to say it's good luck." He stood up, brushing the dust off his robes.