Tempest took a few steps forward before she realized that Dron was walking just a little too close behind her. Not enough that he was touching her but enough that she could feel him. Feel his anger. Feel the way he was barely holding himself back. The children must've been able to feel it too because one of them squeaked and disappeared completely behind the boulder. Tempest stopped walking and turned slightly to look at Dron over her shoulder.
"You have to relax." Tempest whispered.
"I am relaxed." Dron growled.
Tempest lifted a brow.
He was not relaxed.
Not even close.
