...come when you want them the most), until he manages to stammer out, "I mean, you're /beautiful/ Es and a /great/ rider and a shardling smart cookie, but you are my best frie..." He stops short of finishing the sentence, blanching visibly even for him, almond complexion and all. He takes a deep breath, totally confused now, and asks Madri point blank. "Did you or did you not tell me that I was in charge...