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“Shit!”

“Could you please stop swearing?” hissed Raya, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her sword.

“Oh, I'm sorry, princess, I didn't think I'd have to worry about having a filter more than being backed in a corner!”

“We'd have a much better chance of escaping if you just didn't talk so much!”
Namaari scoffed, visibly annoyed, but, surprisingly, said nothing back.

Raya took a deep breath and dared to take a peek from behind the log. She could hear the faint sounds of footsteps crunching on top of the scattered branches, and it was easy to remember the brutes that had attacked them: tall, lanky, wielding swords and axes in their strong, wiry arms.

“What's the plan, then?” Namaari broke the silence, her eyes piercing through Raya’s defense, almost staring her down.

“I'm thinking, okay?”

“You're thinking?”

“Just give me a minute!” she rubbed her forehead, her fingers gathering the beads of sweat collected there.

“In case you didn't notice, we're being chased by a band of brigands who are after literally the only thing keeping us alive” the warrior seethed, her hand clenching on the satchel carrying the gem piece. “There's not much time to think!”

“How would you suggest we lose them in a forest when we couldn't outrun them in the plain desert, smartass?”

“You should have thought of that before leaving your ride behind” Namaari chuckled sarcastically, and a head snapped towards them for a second, before slowly turning away.

Raya released her breath and shot her a dirty look. “Could you be any louder? Seriously? And Tuk-Tuk is not just my ride, as you crudely put it” she said, air quotes emphasizing her point. “He's my friend, and do I need to remind you you're the reason he injured his foot?”

“It would have healed just fine on the road, princess, and how many times do I have to remind you it was an accident?”

“Here they are!” A giant of a man yelled, and they had only a second to dodge his axe swinging to cut off Raya's head. She rolled to the side with a shriek and had barely gotten up on her knees when another swing slid the edge of the axe straight in her cheek.

“Time's up, dep la” growled Namaari, and threw the satchel in Raya's arms, attracting the man's attention. “Now we do this my way”.

“And what way is that? Brute savagery?” Raya said, panicked, as she watched the focus make Namaari's eyes two pools of earthy brown. Fuck.

With a cry of her own, Namaari attacked with her cleaver, and the sound of grinding metal made Raya flinch.

“Well, if you insist” she smiled, “that's a name for it”.

She dug to avoid his axe next to her arm, stepped back and her cleaver twisted in her experienced hands, slicing the weapon in two. The man instinctively bent to grab the blade and one heartbeat later his throat met the same fate. Raya choked on a scream as he fell on his knees, life slipping away from his eyes.

At the same time, the rest of the brigands caught up and the women were surrounded by angry, surprised blades. Namaari threw her cleaver on the ground and unsheathed her swords. “What's it gonna be, princess? You with me?”

Raya pursed her lips and her eyes quickly looked around, calculating, as she raised her weapon and took position behind Namaari's back. “Always”.

She knew Namaari was smiling just by the sound of her breath.

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The battle was chaos. Pure, blazing, rapid chaos. The brigands were skilled as much as they were fast, and it was getting harder and harder to neutralize them without killing them. Raya's sword was on fire as she fended for three of the attackers at the same time, and her entire body was tight with adrenaline. A punch in a mouth. Inhale. Her bloody knuckles clenching around the hilt of her sword and guiding the weight to cut through an arm. Exhale as the blood sprayed hot on her clavicle.

But it was a side look towards Namaari that punched all the air out of her lungs. The woman was fighting with almost ethereal grace, quick, deadly and light on her feet, and her mouth was twisted in a snarl of rage. Four men and not one could stop the storm of her blades, flying and offering merciless relief. Blood stained her white shirt, sticking it to her skin, drying around her mouth and nose, dripping from her chin as she drove a sword through a man's heart like a goddess of death and all that is powerful.

She was glorious.

A club smashed on her head and broke her out of her daze, knocking her to the ground with a pained yell. Namaari's head snapped towards her and the terror in her eyes was the clearest, most beautiful thing Raya had ever seen.

“RAYA!”

Tears flooded her vision and the throbbing pain made heat waves blind her completely. She reached for her sword and a boot stomped on her forearm, cracking it against something hard and solid. A guttural cry flew from her trembling lips and she felt the moisture running down her cheeks take some of the dirt with it. She closed her eyes and waited, shaking, but the sound of the blast came with a gurgling of someone else's blood. The blurry scene in front of her only showed a boulder of a man lying on the ground, slowly choking in a small pool of blood flowing out of his mouth.

Raya turned her head, and as her vision slowly started to clear, the sight before her was a furious, relentless Namaari, fighting with even more vigor than before, tears dripping down her face. She was now facing all the remaining five of them, and any thoughts of mercy seemed to have disappeared from her mind. Metal against metal. A turn and a cut-off eye. Another turn and a knife through a palate. The toothless man dropped dead.

“Namaari…”

A torn abdomen. Namaari's teeth digging in a throat, bleeding it, her nails stabbing and cutting. Namaari's hands snapping a neck and dropping another glass eyed corpse on the forest soil. Namaari's threats and curses for a vengeance Raya didn't quite understand.

“Namaari…”

A sword slashing her thigh. An arm around her neck. A knife straight through her stomach.

“NAMAARI!”

The warrior's eyes shut tight and she growled in pain as the two men choked her and held the knife deep in the wound, pushing her down.

And that's what it took for Raya's left hand to grab the sword, her mind clear, the decision made. It isn't easy to fight an infection without having to… well.

Carve it out.

All it was was five steps and a firm strike for a head to disconnect from the shoulders, easy and soft like a hot knife sinking through butter. Her blade shone, crimson and undead, as she stared down the last brigand and rose it to point to his throat. He was still holding Namaari, his knife still in her belly. He caught on quickly.

“Give me the gem, or I'll finish the job. Now!”

Raya didn't respond right away, only dragged a finger over the sword and got a slow, teasing taste of the underworld. Dark, metallic, addictive.

Powerful.

“You’re the only one who has important decisions to make today” she said, and the clarity of her voice surprised them both. “One: you let her go, take your weapons and leave, and you get a taste of mercy for the first time in your miserable life. Or else… well” she chuckled. “I think you know how ‘else’ goes”.

“And you think I'll want that because?” he smiled. “Don’t I got family to protect as much as you with that thing?”

“Your kind’s the one who'd sell it to the family for the price of a slave” she seethed, and had to seize her anger and tame it, like she'd do a terrified snake. “And even if that weren't the case, you must have heard of the quest of the Princess of Heart, bringing the gems together for the first time in centuries, your only chance to save your own skin, your biggest concern either way”.

He raised a bushy eyebrow. “And who exactly are you to judge me?”

“Princess Raya of Heart, you scum” she spat out, the poison in her gaze just as lethal as her sword. “I am your greatest chance of survival, and yet you still stand there, threatening my companion. One final warning: let her go”.

“Spare me the fake bullshit, princess, cause I know your lot” he said, sarcasm wrapping his words like malicious tentacles. “All that savior act is nothing but your own hero complex, like I'm some halfwit who'd believe anything you'd say just ‘cause you're some rich bitch king's daughter”.

The blade ran straight through, its shine saluting the setting sun, and the man's eyes turned inwards as he dropped dead. His fingers slipped off of the dagger, and Raya gave herself exactly one second to grieve the death of her morals before she ran to the warrior, her sword dropped on the ground, forgotten.

“Namaari!” she caught her head right before it hit the ground and pushed her sweaty fringe off of her glassy eyes. “Please, don't do this to me, not yet” she begged, her voice shaking from, clearly, exhaustion, the only logical explanation why she'd be so out of her mind. “We're almost there. You can't give up on me, not after everything we’ve been through”.

Namaari stirred, something still clinging to life inside her eyes, and that something spurred Raya on. She ignored the pain of her broken arm screaming and biting through her flesh and lifted her up, stood her on her feet. The poor woman used her good leg to try and support her weight, but it just wasn't enough. Her whole body was shaking from the force, and she left a broken sob when the leg failed her.

“I can't- can't do it, it's not-’

“Shhh” Raya held her tight as she laid her back on the ground. Her bloody knuckles were trembling when she gently wiped away some stray tears. “It's okay, dep la. You're okay. I've got you”.

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Raya took a deep breath and allowed herself to look, assess, calculate. She didn't like what she saw. At all.

“You're being very-” a groan, “quiet, dep la” Namaari managed to utter. “I don't like it when you're quiet”.

“Don't talk. You're not in any shape”.

And she wasn't wrong. Namaari's skin was turning ashy, the sweat and the blood dripping and drying from her thigh, the gaping hole in her stomach, everywhere Raya could look at. Her body was still shaking.

“Dep la, stop, I can do it my-”

“Shush” Raya cut her off. She dove inside the satchel, fishing out all the medical supplies she pressured Namaari to pack: bandages, sutures, disinfectant. Supplies Namaari laughed at her for, supplies she assured her she wouldn't need.

“Stupid” she murmured. “So, so stupid”.

“Can I at least ask what I did to deserve such an honorific?” Namaari tried to smirk, but the exhaustion made it seem like more of a grimace than the teasing smile she was aiming for.

“Shut up” the princess said, her voice watery again, for some unfathomable reason. She grabbed a few broken branches laying around them, some coated in crimson. “Shut up, shut up, shut up. You're stupid, Namaari. Reckless and stupid”.

“Dep la-”

“Don't ‘dep la’ me” she scolded her, her shaking hands struggling with a pair of stones to catch a spark as her arm screamed in pain, and then unwrapped the bandage roll.

“You knew exactly what was waiting for us in this quest, and you prepared for exactly none of it! You wore no armor, brought no shield, brushed me off when I insisted on the medical supplies! And then, what?” The spark caught, and a small fire lit on the pile of branches.

“Did you think you'd just get out unscathed after throwing yourself in battle with reckless abandon to show off? Even from you I expected better, Namaari. Careless. Deeply, deeply unprepared”.

Raya grabbed Namaari's shirt with force, ripped off the destroyed fabric and then wrapped it around her leg, to slow down the bleeding. She put the needle in the tiny fire and threaded it, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for what she was about to do. Her eyes returned to Namaari, lying down, still surprisingly quiet.

“What?”

The warrior gave her a smile tainted by exhaustion but so soft, and more genuine than it had ever been before. It carried tenderness and care and soothing rain, and the petrichor made Raya's eyes water.

“You care about me”.

Such a simple sentence. Not a question, but a stated fact. Such a simple sentence, and yet it made inexplicable heat rise to Raya's cheeks. “Well… I mean…”

Namaari's eyes grew softer still, and the princess’s heart turned inside out in her chest. “I do, quite a lot apparently”.

The smile broke into a diamond laugh, rare and awe-inspiring, and then a small grunt of pain. “Now that's something I didn't expect to see”.

Raya rolled a shoulder to shake the spotlight off of her tangled, vibrant feelings and focused on wetting and disinfecting a piece of cloth. “I'm not the one who ran away and assumed a position of hatred for you for the rest of my life, dep la”.

Namaari looked almost hurt, but it was her turn to turn wide eyed. “I didn't think I'd ever hear you say that again”.

The princess avoided those emotion inducing eyes and carefully passed the cloth over her abdomen. Namaari's face cracked. “Oh fuck!”

“I need to clean the blood before I bandage you up-”

“Oh stop, don't you think I know that?”

“Then stop fretting and let me!”

She went silent with a mildly annoyed frown, and Raya continued. Pass. Water. Pass. Water. The same process around the slash in her leg. The warrior kept wincing, sucking air through gritted teeth, but said nothing. The boundaries of the wound now looked clearer, but so, so dark, blood spilling unstoppable. She pressed the cloth on the wounds.

“I have to stitch you up” the princess said, and she sounded unsure even to herself.

“You've never done this before”. Another non question that made Raya shiver for a whole other reason.

“No, I haven't,” she exhaled.

Namaari worried at her fang with her tongue, eyebrows drawn together in focus. “Okay. I'll guide you through”.

“Namaari-”

“I trust you, dep la”. Oh, how the admission made fire and honey rush in Raya's blood. “More than anyone I've ever met. If I'm about to let anybody other than me pierce me with needles, that's you”.

The princess drew in another shaky breath and concentrated. “Okay, I'm ready”.

Namaari started giving the instructions. “Hold the edges of the wound together and move quickly. Don't try to be gentle, it'll only slow down the process and hurt way more”.

“Uh-huh”.

“When you do the first pass of the needle, tie a double knot for the stitch to hold, and then another in the end. It must be neither too loose nor too tight, otherwise it won’t work”.

“Alright”.

“I'll cry”. Raya looked at Namaari's eyes and found them wet with determination. “I’ll probably be loud about it, and it's gonna really suck for you”.

“Namaari-”

“It's not going to be pretty. There'll be a lot of blood from the extra pressure, and it'll all make you feel terrified, and it'll make you want to stop, but if you do, I'll bleed out. Under no circumstances stop until it's over, Raya” she said, eyes afraid but steady as they always were.

Icy fear prickled Raya's spine, with fresh sweat and heartbeat. Another quick breath, and she firmly held the warrior's hand, bloody fingers intertwined and hot palms trying to ground the both of them. “Everything will be okay, dep la. I've got you”.

Namaari barely had time to nod before Raya let go and began.

The skin was almost impossible to hold together, and the fresh blood coated Raya's hands immediately. The light was quickly fading and she could barely see the threat in the river of dark red flowing in her hands. Namaari moaned in pain, and when the needle passed once she sobbed, her whole body tightening. It was already a nightmare.

“It's alright, dep la. I'm here”.

“DON'T STOP!”

Raya's slippery, crimson palms caught the elusive thread, made a circle. The thread slipped off in the dark.

“RAYA!”

The whole world faded away, and the princess could only see red, hear it throb inside her own body. So, so much blood…

“Got it!” she cried. Knot. Another knot. A triple one, just to be safe. Namaari's leg kept slightly twitching, the warrior moving away from the pain. “Please, stay steady”.

Namaari opened her mouth to answer, but another stitch drove a guttural cry out of her. Her fists were clenched tight, one holding on the log behind them and another snapping any twig laying around it could find. Raya risked a glance upward and found her head laid back, eyes shut, chest violently heaving with contained sobs. Raya's heart whipped itself down.

“I don't want to die” she whispered, and it was so weak, so pleading it made something harden inside the princess, a resolve made of diamond taking form under the pressure.

“You won't. I won't let you” she said with finality, and the next stitch was harder, firmer, more stable.

A sob. “Oh, God…”

“Not on my watch. Now breathe for me”.

Stitch, pull, stitch, pull, stitch, pull. Growls of pain filling the air, but now Namaari was breathing through it, steady and strong. The blood kept flowing, but Raya pushed it all away, focused on the line slowly forming on top of the wound.

“That's it, dep la. In, and out”. Final stitch. Final pull. “It's done”.

The warrior sighed in relief, and Raya opened a small vial of ointment and coated the bandage. She quickly wrapped it around the messy, bloody stitch, pressing.

A pained yell escaped Namaari's chest. “Holy fucking fuck, God!”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry” said Raya, still wrapping, still pressing. “It has to stay on, you know that”.

Namaari arched her back with another groan. “My fucking… Just let me do it Raya!”

“Stop moving!”

“I said I can do this just fine by myself!” She protested and tried to shoo her off, but Raya caught her wrist and firmly put it to her side.

“You have a gaping hole in your stomach and I'm already overstressed. Don't make this worse than it needs to be”.

“But your arm is-”

“My arm is fine”. She secured the bandage and gently passed her sleeve over Namaari's face one more time, wiping away the sweat, the dirt, a few more tears she pretended not to notice. “You need my help more”.

“Raya…”

“Okay, now this is the time to switch off the false bravado and let me work” Raya raised an eyebrow. She'd be having fun with Namaari's stubborn restlessness if the situation was only a tick less dire. “I think you know what's coming, and I really, really need you to be ready for it”.

Namaari looked at her, exhausted, her heavy breathing coming out in cloudy puffs in the cold of the evening. She didn't look like she'd last, and Raya was about to pass out herself. Instead, she grabbed a sword next to a long, hairy arm and wiped the blood on her shirt.

“I have to cauterize your abdomen”.

“No…” For the first time since Raya knew her, Namaari's voice was filled with pure, absolute terror.

“Namaari, please-”

“NO! I can't do it, okay?” Her voice cracked with pain, resigned. “Just wrap something around it and I'll hold on. I can't… I'm not…”

The princess cupped her face, and it looked deadly pale next to the dried blood on her fingertips. She forced herself to swallow her own fear and stared down at Namaari's soul, like a spirit dragon protecting her tribe. “No, you can't, so it's a good thing I'll be the one doing it”.

“I…”

“You’re not alone, Namaari. I'm right here with you, and you have to let me do this”.

The warrior returned her gaze, her eyes filled with despair and something else. Something softer, more sensitive. Thankful. “I know”.

“I know you're exhausted, and in pain, but you have to trust me. We can do this, together” she said, feeling her own strength slowly run out.

“Together” Namaari repeated.

Raya gave her a nod and a small smile and reached for her sword. The fire was still burning, but it was too little, too weak. The princess grabbed a few more twigs and added them, but it made little a difference. And then, an idea formed in her mind and she reached for a cold, white body lying by their side.

“Raya…”

“I have to” she swallowed the tremor in her voice and laid his head on top of the fire. His hair caught right away, fire blooming, almost like it belonged on him.

“It's not right!” Namaari protested as the flames swallowed the pyre, but her voice was weakened, her eyelids half closed. The makeshift bandage on her stomach wasn't holding, and it had turned into a dark mass of dried, clotted black, blood still seeping through.

“I’m not losing you to a wretched man's honour” she bit back, and it was a statement as real as the sky. “I took his life for you, and I plan to use as much time as his death can give us”. She placed the tip of the blade on top of his now hot, burning flesh and the metal was wrapped in flame, soon turning to the colour of lava.

“Give me your hand”. Namaari did, trembling, fresh tears already formed and dripping from her eyelashes. “Ready?”

“Yes”. Their fingers interlocked, steady, strong, the eye of the hurricane. Together.

Raya closed her eyes. Ignored the pain of her arm as Namaari held onto her. Inhale. The image of the fog, the river, the flowers. All the lives lost. All the lives she was supposed to save. The one she couldn't, for some reason, imagine to live without anymore. Exhale.

Dip .

Namaari screamed, and the blood sizzled around the hot metal, the wound instantly closing. She quickly removed it, threw it on the ground useless and wrapped her arms around Namaari, her hand holding the warrior’s head in the crook of her neck.

“It's over, dep la. It's over. You're okay”. Tears dripped on her skin as Namaari surrendered to the embrace and dragged her in with her own arms. Her shoulders were shaking with silent sobs and all that could be heard in the clearing was wet sniffles and the quiet crackle of the fire.

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They left the clearing soon after. The fire went through the mass of bodies like a tooth sinks in cotton, swallowing dead eyes and circling ashy fingertips, and the stench of burning flesh was floating in the air. Namaari could see herself smell it in her nightmares for at least months to come.

She had insisted on using her cleaver as a cane and walk, but Raya wouldn't hear it. The princess was the most headstrong woman Namaari had ever met, selfless to a fault, to the point of seriously proposing to drag the warrior in a makeshift gurney with her good arm.

“There is no way we'll last, Raya!” she protested as the princess was trying to put together logs as the clearing was burning around them.

“I can do it!”

“You're injured too, in case you didn't notice, and you're not helping anyone by pretending you aren't”.

“Will you just-”

“I shouldn't have let you make any critical decision with a bleeding head wound” she rubbed her forehead in desperation, trying to think.

Raya looked rightfully furious. “I saved your life!”

“And in the process you've trapped yourself in a fiery pit with a person completely unable to walk!”

“It's fine” the princess huffed, wiping away sweat and blood from her brows. “We'll be… I'll fix… everything's going to…”

“Look at me” Namaari said, and it was an order made of steel compassion. Raya couldn't imagine a world where she wouldn't want to obey.

Namaari observed her trembling legs, her heaving breath, her fuzzy voice. “Raya, are you breathing in fumes?”

The princess didn't even look like she heard the question. Her eyes unfocused and then turned backwards as her body dropped to the ground, unconscious.

Now was time for absolute, nightmarish terror gripping her lungs. “Oh, shit, Raya!”

No response. The warrior's next decision wasn't a decision at all.

With a fierce growl of pain she rose to one knee, her wounds burning up, screaming. She wrapped her arms around Raya’s waist and knees and threw her on her back, her good leg already trembling from the weight.

“I'm not letting you die, princess, you hear me?” she stated, loud and sure, as if Raya was actually listening. “I am not leaving you, not before I get to repay the favor”.

She secured the woman on her shoulder and used a hand to lean on a log. Inhale. Exhale. She sat on it, slid over to the other side of it and stood up.

Fire and pain bit on her spine and her knee bent like it had a will of its own, dropping them both on the ground. Namaari felt her heart racing in her chest, her nostrils catching fire, her mind crafting images of loss she didn't want to imagine. But, on the other hand, the mind is a powerful tool.

A pair of brown eyes shining like the sun through stained glass. A smug smirk so honest and bright. A soft smile, hesitant but so, so hopeful.

“I see you got my gift”.

“I thought I'd never see this again”.

“I tried to take good care of it”.

A heart the world tried so hard to harden. The bravest, kindest, purest, most heroic heart Namaari or the world would ever know. A beautiful heart Namaari or the world didn't deserve.

Her eyes opened, sure because she had to be, and her hand tightened around her cleaver. “I won't leave you again, dep la. You're not alone”.

She rose again, and the adrenaline in her veins felt just like protecting your- something unique and rare and precious against a band of brigands. “You're here with me”. And she walked.

Or, actually, more like dragged them both while hopping on a fragile ankle and miraculously not dropping Raya until they came across a small cave nearby.

When she let herself feel the pain, they were, finally, lying down, resting on the cave floor as the quiet surrounded them. Namaari felt the cool, humid air caress her overheated skin and closed her eyes, letting in the quiet for three breaths. Then she turned towards her princess.

Raya was a breathing statue against the wall, holding her broken arm. A streak of blood was streaming from her hair to the side of her face, and suddenly her closed eyes terrified Namaari.

“Dep la”. No response came. “Dep la, wake up”. Her brows twitched, but she remained motionless.

The warrior ran a hand through her bangs, cursing. She dragged her body closer and gave her a nudge. Still nothing.

“You thick headed fool” she whispered, and reached for her good leg to rip a patch of fabric in a swift move. She then took a cylindrical, wooden container out of the bag, their last supply of freshwater before the dry lands around the volcano. It wouldn't be enough, not for two people anyway.

Well… Namaari didn't really need it.

She slowly dripped water onto the scalp, cleaning the wound of dirt, ground leaves, sweat and dried blood. It wasn't deep, but it was a miracle Raya had lasted as long as she did with it. The woman bandaged her head with all the care and gentleness she could conjure, avoiding to think of how Raya's hair felt against her fingers. How the touch of her skin felt like kinship. Loyalty. Devotion. How it felt knowing that she couldn't make an enemy of Raya even if she wanted to. Knowing only one thing in this broken world: that they were, in some way, each other’s.

The princess woke up just as Namaari was securing the bandage on her broken arm. “Oh, mighty Sisu, my head hurts”.

“That tends to happen when people smash stuff on it, even if it's as hard as yours” she teased, but it didn't have any bite to it. Seeing those eyes looking at her and really seeing her, well… she could barely hide her joy.

“Oh ha ha, Namaari's ingenious humorous quips again” Raya rolled said eyes but with a slight smile and Namaari had to look elsewhere to make her lips stop tingling.

“Hello to you too, princess, and you're welcome for my loyal services”.

“How did we-”

“Let me do the worrying from now on, ‘kay? You're safe, that's all you need to know for now”.

The princess lifted a hand to touch the bandage. “Namaari, how much of this did you use? We won't have enough to change yours, damn it!”

“You were bleeding”.

“I’d be just fine, it doesn't matter!”

“You are the only thing that matters” she answered, staring straight in her eyes and regretting it the second she saw them widen in disbelief. She looked away, feeling another kind of fire rushing up her cheeks, and pretended to be invested in checking her bandages.

A short, soft pause.

“Here, let me do that” Raya gently held her hands to move them away, and the world froze in an instant. Suddenly the touch of their fingers sent Namaari's heart up to her throat and birthed a desire she couldn't bring herself to name. An image surged forward but she violently pushed it down.

Later. Maybe when the world isn't counting on us, or burning down around us. Maybe in a world where we aren't broken. Maybe in a world where I deserve you.

“You’ll bleed again” Namaari said and a weakened finger lifted to point at her head.

“One would say it's time to hand control over to me, since you've already done all the risky bullshit you could think of” Raya hid her smirk behind her hair as she continued her work.

Namaari opened her mouth to protest, but instead she smiled once more, playful and sweet like fiery sparkles. “Well, thank Sisu I've got you to take care of me, then”.