"I still cannot believe that you are making me do this." Mala grunted as she trudged through the sand dunes and kept her hand over her forehead to protect her eyes from getting any sand or direct heat as much as she could.
Niko glared at her briefly, shaking his head as he carried their luggage on his shoulders, finding it difficult for himself to even be able to walk in such a scorching temperature when he was so used to living in the cold.
"You should have agreed on your own. Especially now that we know what you are." He muttered.
"I am worried about Puerto." She mumbled lowly, her voice would not have been audible over the sounds of the bellowing winds if Niko didn't have supernatural hearing.
"He will be fine." He mumbled, "you should have been worried about the risk I took in
