Bolt flew over at that moment, landing beside Narrowleaf. It seemed as though he made fun of Leaf for being shy, but now he himself had trouble talking near Brisk. "D-did you tell her y-yet? D-does she know we both, uh, y-y'know." Bolt asked, his eyes darting.
"I am just a joke to Bolt. And to Brisk, too. I regret letting that bastard live." Narrowleaf thought to himself.