"Data?" The word rolled off Naele's tongue easily with that slim note of knowing that her voice clung to. He stopped inches away, and just stared up at Ayel, at the rise of his neck and the spread of Sharra's shoulders and ribs.

They were not dissimilar, and the way they held their weight, their pride, stirred Nero's attention. He followed the rise and fall of light and his eyes landed on Ayel's jaw.

"Is that all?" He murmured half a breath from skin he'd never actually seen.