"Neither can I," Kiara snorted. Kit huffed a laugh in agreement. "Hence the daggers," she added with a shrug."
Dane chuckled, nodding, then tilted his head at them. "Well...I don't have any talent with a blade, but I've been told I'm a rather good dancer. May I?"
He extended a hand to Kiara, who merely blinked at it. "Ah..."
"Oh." He started to withdraw his hand with another little laugh and a slight wince. "I'm sorry, I should've realized, you two are--?"
"Er, no." Kiara shook her head, not sure where to look, what to say. "No, we're--we're not. It..."
She glanced at Grav a little helplessly, then abruptly looked away again and got to her feet. "Well, I mean...there's no harm in a dance, right?"
That didn't have to mean anything. It was just enjoying the festival. Right?