His tracing had Syllona's full attention, watching carefully to try and memorize it mentally too. His handwriting was very neat, she noticed. Did he write often then?

When she looked up, seeing his expression she mirrored the confusion. Then, of course, she looked down to the tablet in her hand.

"U-um..." Oh no. Here she was choking on the words. Blushing, she tensed up, avoiding Jericho's eyes. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again...

"I-" She flinched, drooping her head down as her free hand raised back up to the tablet.

I'm not very good at talking.