“Guess I made your human mad,” he quipped, frustration still lacing his voice. It wasn’t for her or for anyone; Bowman’s frustration was a shield for himself to hide his fear and confusion.
“Ah, don’t worry about him,” Zepheera shrugged. “He’ll get over himself in no time. Deep down he’s just a grumpy old man, all bark and no bite. At least, as far as we’re concerned.”
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