Something flickered in Cedric's eyes when she uttered a different opinion in case of this needle. His face contoured in question marks. Getting closer, he reached out to snatch the needle back from Ayra's hand. But she dodged his hand, shifted away and began to observe the needle with deep curiousity.
Cedric growled jumping on other side impatiently. His voice laced in worry as he asked Ayra anxiously,
" Princess, give it back to me. It can be harmful."
Ayra refused trying to figure out the reason of smelling two different smell,
" I am just looking into it."
Cedric was afraid that she would bring any trouble on her. He snatched the needle back forcibly and warned glaring at her,
" This isn't any plaything, Princess. I can't take the risk of hurting you. You get my words?"
Ayra blinked twice before nodded looking away. Everytime he mouthed such concerned words, her heart wrenched wavering for something that she never understood.
