Syl's breathing was ragged and shallow. Her body was covered by sweat and blood from multiple shallow wounds and bruises.
Her muscles contracted to fight against the rope around her wrists, but to no avail. She lifted her chin, her amber eyes darting between the flames, the roasted hare bones, and Akane's sharp gaze.
"I can help you leave this forest," she said at last, her voice steady despite the cuts streaking her skin. "I can be useful to you. I know my way around here."
Akane tilted her head, almost confused.
Her tail flicked lazily through the grass.
"Useful? This isn't about that, Syl." Akane scratched her cheek, her lips curling into a grin. "Looks like you ran into trouble, huh?"
Syl clenched her teeth
"I bet you didn't expect the roles to ever get reversed. Poor thing…"
Amon scratched his head. "Well…" he muttered, before pushing himself to his feet. "How about I give you two some privacy? Give you the time to catch up?"
