“My Queen!” Ives calls. I tear myself away from Ward and wave.
“Yeah, yeah.” I mutter and Ward chuffs, shoving my shoulder with his head. I spin on him. “Don't you start.” I accuse and he chuffs again, trotting off. I shrug my shoulders to loosen the muscles and follow after the group of men, who are already moving out. Tyrus drops back to walk beside me. He nods in Ward's direction.
“How do you understand him when he's like that?” Tyrus asks. I start and look at him strangely.
“What do you mean? I just make assumptions about what he's trying to communicate.” I shrug.
“No, I'm fairly certain it's more than that. You have a good handle on what he's saying to you.” Tyrus shakes his head.
“And you don't?” I snort. Tyrus looks at me seriously and again shakes his head.
“No.” Tyrus respon
