“Nohk-roh”… “Roanoke?” Rut-roh.

Okay, lesson learned. After what I considered to be like six different tiny hints that Syr’Nj was crushing on Best, all it took was this one (admittedly much more obvious) penultimate panel here to pull everyone on board the Syr’Nj-likes-Byron train. We’d set things up pretty well with their earlier interactions and the respect he gave her in them, but this is a more profound expression of respect, and she’s in a headspace to respond to it. This, literally one page after he makes her grimace with “you don’t actually count those.”

This scene was assigned to Phil, but I ended up doing a lot of it. In fact, I got pretty handsy with this chapter in general, reworking a lot of its dialogue (more often, it’d be the other way around). He did rein me in a little bit here, though: I tried to get Byron a little moment of ax-trickery to warn the others to be quiet. Phil rightly pointed out that this page was already as packed as it could reasonably get.