Yylfordt looked at the nasty dark haired woman as she spoke to Apache again. She sounded pissed, but that might just have been the language. Jyllandi was a good language to be pissed in; he'd figured that out from listening to Apache.

The fact that she was bothering Apache, though? That was uncool.

"She's right," he said, looking at the woman and standing ever so slightly in front of Apache, "and I know you can understand me. If you need help you have to ask." Nicely, which it didn't look like she was.