"Who are you?" Aeneas asked, his voice like a drawn blade, as Kallen stepped clear of the smoke.
"I'm new here," Kallen replied, awkwardly. He hadn't thought through an introduction. He looked at the pair, trying to seem as unthreatening as possible.
"Call me Kallen," he added a beat later. If the Crimson family was searching for him, leaving breadcrumbs might help them find him.
"You just got here?" Aeneas asked, tone suspicious and still sharp.
"Yes. Menelaus brought me today," Kallen answered.
"How so?"
Kallen hesitated. Was he supposed to say he'd been kidnapped?
"I'm Yula," the girl behind Aeneas said quietly, stepping halfway out from his shadow.
Aeneas's pupils constricted.
"Hello, Yula," Kallen greeted her with a smile, warm and disarming. He could tell she was timid, shy and soft-spoken, perhaps more open.
"What are you doing?" Aeneas turned his head, scolding her softly.
"Uhm…" She shrank back, looking down. "He's just a kid. A human kid."
