Aura grumbled under her breath, tugging at the tough fabric with visible irritation.
Ronan looked at her.
She looked completely different from her usual self.
Instead of the obsidian-haired, purple-eyed demonic noblewoman, she now appeared as a blonde-haired, brown-eyed girl in coarse traveling clothes that made her seem forgettable at best.
"You look good," Ronan said. "Better than you do normally."
Aura scoffed. The statement was so absurd she couldn't even find it in herself to get upset at it.
She tugged on the rough fabric again with open disdain. "I am an aristocrat. I should not be lowered to such a pathetic state. Neither should you. We are above this."
Ronan shrugged. "Don't complain too much. I'm doing it too. Misery shared is misery halved, or so they say."
Aura glanced at him, then away, her expression flat.
"You don't actually have similar pride, clearly," she said simply, as if pointing out a fact rather than an insult.
