Mycah listens as first Lord Bost, then the alluring Lady Aleena explain the new job. He tries to stay focused on her words, but perhaps his immaturity shows as his gaze drifts away from her face and lingers on the curves of her body, accentuated by the form-fitting armor.
Why doesn't Ash were armor like that, he thinks to himself.
As she finishes, and the others begin to accept, his thoughts snap back to the task at hand. Mycah hadn't yet joined the group when they cleared the mill, but he had since heard about what had happened from his friends at the lumber camp. He wasn't so sure about being underground either, but if the others were willing, he wouldn't back down.
"I'll be glad to lend my help Sir, My Lady. Thank you for having faith in me."