“Rohesia—”
“Please just lie down and stop worrying me,” Rohesia said. “I seriously don’t need this right now.”
“I can walk, I promise you.”
“You’re not making my life easier.”
“Rohesia, I swear, I can walk.”
Rohesia stared. Corsair pleaded further.
“Please.”
Rohesia, sighing, pushed herself off the doorframe and approached. Corsair smiled.
“Thanks, I just need—”
Rohesia snatched his clothes off his bed and tossed them down the aisle.
“Hey! What the hell, Rohesia?”
“You can be mad at me when I come back,” Rohesia said, walking out and shutting the door.
“You’re such a—"
Slam.
SlamShe dropped from the steps into the snow, sighing as she readjusted her cloak. Thomas whistled.
“He didn’t sound too happy.”
“He can be unhappy when this is done,” she said. “Let’s go.”
The group,
