"Coming!" Tasha called back, her voice ringing with newfound confidence.
She cleanly sheathed her father's sword, securing it to her hip.
Leaping down from the moving roof with athletic spirit-enhanced grace, she caught the iron railing and swung herself smoothly through the open door into the warm cozy cabin.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist, breathing heavily from her intense workout.
Because her original noble armor and dress had been completely ruined during her escape from the Death Cult, and because they hadn't reached a town to buy new clothes yet, she was currently wearing an oversized white singlet and a pair of dark cotton shorts.
'I lost the rest…'
The clothes clearly belonged to Klaus with the oversized shirt hung loosely off her shoulder, falling all the way down to her mid-thigh, making her look relaxed and comfortable, though the lingering scent of him on the fabric secretly made her blush every time she put it on.
