[Open] ~The Wayward Soul.~

[Yvonne]

Chivalry from Nosdyn and chivalry from Henry. My, my, she was a lucky one today. Providing Yvonne with cloaks for fear she might catch a cold seemed like the in thing to do. All the cool kids were doing it. She already wore a white fur cloak, though it had indeed soaked through so their concern wasn’t entirely without justification. Henry had placed a second cloak of treated leather about her shoulders and this one would keep the rain at bay, no question.

“Yer such a keeper. Bless yer heart dear,” the damp hybrid said. Just as well she’d turned down the third cloak. Her shoulders could only bear so much!

She noticed how his hands had lingered after furnishing her with the extra layer. Yvonne smiled and bat her eyelashes demurely, glancing at the winsome minstrel beside her. He had genuinely worried about her well being? His confidence had grown in the time they’d spent together. Mayhap some of hers had rubbed off on him.

Tristain and Nosdyn were leaving, though not without extending the invitation once again - to dine with them at The Slaughtered Lamb. The Haidian had persistence - he knew what he wanted and he just got on with getting it done. The slate-skinned mongrel felt a glimmer of admiration for the demon in that regard, but his attention had diverted from her and when she noticed who it had landed on her heart skipped a beat.

Mister Fennik Glenwey. Don’t ye talk ta demonic strangers. Don’t ye dare! Ye know better! Too late. Yvonne frowned and looked questioningly at the only person still with her; Henry.

“Did ye know a Haidian demon lives here in Stonevale? Many years he be here, he says. Buying a house, he says. Now he be about ta corrupt me friend Fenn,” Yvonne explained. She shook her head, couldn’t believe it. “Ye can’t trust them Henry, ye can’t. They be dangerous, demons.”

Her motherly instincts overwhelmed any other thoughts. Looking out for the frost fae was all she could think about. She’d protected him in the past and by golly she’d do it again in a heartbeat. Nobody would mess with Yvonne’s friends and get away with it. She didn’t want to go to the restaurant, but if Nosdyn dropped Fenn into this kettle of fish she would be there, watching his every move.

The drow-dwarf pondered her next move and how she would go about attending the restaurant, as well as bringing Henry along. She could use his support. Fenn needed to be safeguarded in case this whole ordeal took a turn for the worse. A light bulb moment struck her.

“Ye know Henry, I think we skipped an important part of our relationship. Ye already brought me home ta meet yer Mama, but ye never asked me out on a date,” Yvonne mentioned, giggling to herself.