onar has left the soldier seatless; the soldier leans casually against a wall. "Has it occurred to you," says the Qenaren, "to ask the woman herself what her wish is?"
The girl looks up at this, and meets Tonar's eyes. Her posture straightens, and she says, "It puzzles me that you have business so urgent that it could not wait for me to finish my dealings with this man"--she nods toward the soldier--"and for later in the evening." There's a hint of mischief in her voice, now: "Tell me what you've come for, and I'll decide if I should delay the other discussion."
The soldier makes no complaint at this, but there's an odd expression on his face--partly sardonic, partly worried, and partly amused.
Celtic knot courtesy of Celtic Faery.