"Astrá...?"
"Do you have any idea what could have happened just now?" Astrá pulled Miriá further inward from the window. "You should be more careful, Miriá."
"Let go of me." Miriá shrugged off Astrá's hand and held on to the wrist that Minto had pinned. "I'm fully aware of what was happening." She grumbled and left the crimson haired woman standing alone.
Astrá sighed and kept looking out the window for several moments more before going out to the poop deck and resting against the rails.
"I need more time." She clutched her hand and dragged her palm against a phantom itch beneath the Kilokloth that hid her scale-patterned skin. "Just a bit longer."
An hour passed before Minto returned to the ship, and he did so calmly, whatever he had done to relieve his instinctual urges was a su
