This was our first calm morning together since the battle, and she looked almost unreal. Her golden eyes caught the sunlight like twin embers, and her silver-white hair shimmered softly in the morning glow. She looked like something out of a painting, so perfect it made me feel both admiration and the faint sting of envy.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked, my voice coming out more awkward than I intended as I squatted near the fire, turning the rabbit meat slowly on a stick.
"Sleep? Ah! Right, yes…" Her voice stumbled, and her gaze fell away. She didn't look at me again. Was she upset about something? No, she looked… shy? That was strange. There was nothing to be shy about.
Then I realized. Oh, fuck... My clothes were slightly loose from the fight, the top of my shirt slipping open enough to expose some skin near my chest. I quickly adjusted it, trying to pretend I didn't notice. Anyway, we were both women, nothing wrong with a little exposure, right?
