“I’m just relieved we both made it through mostly unscathed,” she finally said, her voice softer now that the danger had passed.
Staurolite looked worn out, his voice sounding hoarse from what she assumed to be a dry throat, but aside from messy hair from all the running he had done, he seemed unharmed. She, on the other hand, looked like she’d been dragged down a hill, through brush and gravel, and left to dry in a ditch. A few scratches and bruises but nothing that worried her enough that a bandaid and ice pack couldn’t fix.
“I’m afraid I’m not too good at playing games.” Hekate replied, her expression amused by the suggestion. “And I daresay, even with my Wraith, you will have the upper hand, Captain,” her tone hinting at the disparity between their ranks. “But I wouldn’t mind going on a patrol together sometime should we meet again.”
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