Swallowed by shadows

[Tenzin]

A brow rose, curious, but she didn’t answer that outright. Lies were akin to poison in Tenzin’s blood, and she wouldn’t speak them, but duplicity was second nature of necessity. She wouldn’t admit to anything she didn’t have to, particularly when it would put her and by extension Jacinda into danger. Mik was one of the spirit-touched after all, and while Tenzin respected that gift, she did not trust those who wielded it, nor wanted to draw the attention of a mercurial nature. “Close enough,” she shrugged. Then added, a little sternly. “But not always working. Stay up surface for next date, yes? Safer. Mostly.” The last was added with the hint of a frown, shrugged away, because if you stayed to the populated and well-lit places you were generally as safe as any other city. 

She glanced at Andre, then, to observe his reaction to Mik’s compliment. The hint of a roguish smile tipped her lips, because as far as she had seen, Andre’s finesse for the fight had begun and ended when he fell back on his arse. Not that she was about to say anything to that end. As she’d more-or-less told him in the underground, the best packs knew their strengths and weaknesses and worked accordingly. Being no fighter was nothing to be ashamed of. Rather, Tenzin's amusement now was at the buttery way Mik said the words.