Asher eyed Lyall as he sat down fixing me with a glare.
"So, he's your servant." He spoke up.
"He's my attendant."
"Then, you sent him with Mirielle to keep an eye on her."
I rolled my eyes before correcting him, "For protection purpose."
"He was not even strong enough to take on more than three attackers then how was he supposed to protect Mirielle?"
I smirked, "You don't say that to the man who made you taste dust, Asher."
"Made me taste dust? This man?" He pointed at Lyall accusingly and I tilted my head.
Lyall stood without any indication of being angry or irritated, donning a mask of apathy and indifference.
"Yes, this very man." I announced, "he let you take Mirielle on my command and he brought her back on my command."
Asher looked at him and then at me.
"What do you..."
The comprehension seemed to settle rather slowly and I feigned a yawn.