'Ah, you're an observant one, aren't you?' Niara inwardly curses herself for letting her expression show. 'It's just me being jealous again, my apologies. It's one thing to learn skills, like building weapons, but quite another to just be born with them.'

She takes a longer drink of her wine, finishing her glass. Her pale skin does not do a good job of hiding her reddening cheeks.