LEAH
"Luna, You're really out here, huh?"
Sasha's voice floats toward me before I even step fully onto the training field. She's standing with her arms crossed, and her hip c****d, with a towel slung over her shoulder. Her braid swings as she tilts her head, watching me approach like I’m a baby deer trying to be a lion.
I roll my eyes but can't suppress the grin tugging at my mouth. "Don’t start Sasha. I need this."
"You need rest," she counters, walking towards me. "You almost died, again. Do you like the medic ward that much? Is it the soft pillows or the bloodletting?"
I smirk. "It's the herbs. They smell like moldy strawberries."
She huffs a laugh, shaking her head. "You’re impossible."
"And you're stalling," I shoot back, stretching my arms slowly, careful not to show how much
