"Phew…" Lilith exhaled, her chest rising and falling as she placed her right hand against her hip and hunched over slightly. Her breaths came slow but heavy, dragging in the cool evening air.
Strands of damp hair clung stubbornly to her cheeks, and beads of sweat streamed from her forehead, sliding down to her chin before dripping onto the dirt. Her exhaustion was palpable, her body swayed as if even standing upright was asking too much of her now.
"Yeah…" Freya's voice chimed in, lighter, almost musical despite the weariness hidden beneath it. She pressed a hand over her heart as if to steady herself and forced a bright smile.
Her violet eyes practically shimmered as she looked between them. "I think we did pretty good today. No, more than that—we did amazing. Something we should actually be proud of, don't you think? Don't you two think so too? Huh? Zyon… Art?"
