"You should worry about your own safety for once," Joysaleen said to Ryuzio, taking out her Kurio hammer. "You worry about others too much." She smiled at him fondly, hands behind her back.
"Why should I?" Ryuzio replied, oblivious. "I'm tough as a dragon—"
Joysaleen's expression twisted as she swung her hammer at him. "I wasn't away for two hours and you already messed up this bad!"
"Are you dumb!" Ryuzio ducked under the blow, brows furrowing in confusion. "What're you doing, Joy!"
"Er, Joy," Arold said from beside Kinimi, tightening the grip on his bow. "Do I need to worry about this?"
"Now?" Joysaleen said, baffled, putting her hammer back. "It would've been nice if you'd done so back when Texal freed us from the grip of the swampy hands."
"But…" Arold said, gesturing at her and then at himself. "He freed you very first, and when we got freed, he dropped us straight in the middle of those axe-wielding brutes. We were fighting them just so we could save you."
