Jo’s saccharine tone with her declaration of sweetness is grating at best, but it doesn’t pass across Inej’s features that it bothers her at all. That is kept perfectly internal, where it should stay.
She can feel Kaz’s eyes on her, and it’s everything not to turn and look at him as he takes stock of every part of her he can at the moment. He knows better than to assume he knows exactly how many knives are in her person, even if he can see a few of them at a glance. Reading her temperament may prove more difficult at the moment, though.
“It doesn’t explain anything,” Inej says, words clearly meant for Kaz, but she can’t help keeping her eyes in Jo. It’s… almost protective in nature, somehow. A guard and her King, perhaps. “And she doesn’t know anything about Fjerda, so you may as well stop.” This does earn Kaz a sidelong glance, at least. “Our countries mean nothing in other worlds.” Though, sometime later, back in his room, she might admit he wasn’t wrong— Jo does have the classic Fjerdan look to her, it just doesn’t mean anything in the moment.
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She can feel Kaz’s eyes on her, and it’s everything not to turn and look at him as he takes stock of every part of her he can at the moment. He knows better than to assume he knows exactly how many knives are in her person, even if he can see a few of them at a glance. Reading her temperament may prove more difficult at the moment, though.
“It doesn’t explain anything,” Inej says, words clearly meant for Kaz, but she can’t help keeping her eyes in Jo. It’s… almost protective in nature, somehow. A guard and her King, perhaps. “And she doesn’t know anything about Fjerda, so you may as well stop.” This does earn Kaz a sidelong glance, at least. “Our countries mean nothing in other worlds.” Though, sometime later, back in his room, she might admit he wasn’t wrong— Jo does have the classic Fjerdan look to her, it just doesn’t mean anything in the moment.