““Take off your hood,” Brullo said quietly. Aelin looked up. “Why, and no.” “I want to see your face.” Aelin went still. But Nesryn turned back and leaned a hand on the table. “I saw her face last night, Brullo, and it’s as pretty as before. Don’t you have a wife to ogle, anyway?” Aelin snorted. “I think I rather like you, Nesryn Faliq.” Nesryn gave Aelin a half smile. Practically beaming, coming from her.””
