Something was wrong. Usually her smiling was infectious, especially to Yuros, but today, every time she smiled at him, he looked miserable, and even a little angry. Eventually, she couldn't keep it up any more, and her face fell into an expression much less confident than her usual bravado. Did he really hate the shirt that much? Did he think she was annoying because she made him wear it and fussed over him and dragged him with her everywhere? Even the glow of pride she'd felt from having finally succeeded in forcing him to wear proper clothing had faded, and her victory felt hollow.
This was strange... Normally, Alea considered making another person unhappy as a sign of her triumph over them... but for some reason she couldn't understand, she didn't want to upset Yuros. His expression made her stomach churn with the rare feeling of guilt. She hated that feeling. She had to make it go away somehow. How could she cheer him up? Maybe she could challenge him to something that he would almost certainly win.
Plastering a huge grin on her face that was not nearly as convincing as she'd hoped, she said, "Bet you can't catch me!" Then she immediately took of running, making her way to more open areas. If she were really trying to get away, she'd take advantage of buildings and obstacles, and try to hide, but she was trying to give Yuros the advantage here. She didn't want to just let him win, so she ran as fast as she could pump her legs, but she knew he would catch her if she refrained from taking advantage of her other skills. Still, she hoped she could be at least fast enough to give him a good chase.