"The swamp paths will be slippery, Sol," Zeyra whispered, her voice a soft, raspy purr that barely carried past his ear. " So, make sure to be extra careful."
"Just focus on making sure you guys don't trip," Sol said, his hand casually coming down to grip the back of her neck, his thumb applying a firm, dominant pressure that made her let out a small, satisfied breath.
"If the other eight teams get bogged down in the mud because you fell down, we'll be fighting four thousand men in the open brush instead of a narrow ditch."
"Don't worry, I'm not that weak. I have spent my whole life in the jungle and know how to navigate it," she promised, leaning her head heavier against his shoulder plate.
Kira looked at Zeyra's behaviour with cold eyes but didn't say anything. It wasn't time for stuff like this right now.
