"A larger group would be slower and more conspicuous," Satou replied, checking his weapons one final time. "Three fighters is enough, especially with Cassius's abilities. And Kelvin needs room to prove himself without being overwhelmed by too much backup."
Grimnir crossed his arms but nodded reluctantly. "Just don't die out there. We've already lost too many good people."
"We'll be careful," Satou promised.
Lyra approached, her expression tight with worry. Before Satou could say anything reassuring, she grabbed his hand with both of hers, squeezing firmly.
"Please be safe," she said quietly, her eyes searching his face. "I know you're strong now, stronger than any of us. But Dire Wolves are cunning predators. They hunt in packs for a reason. Don't underestimate them."
"I won't," Satou said. He was surprised by the intensity in her grip and her gaze — Lyra's professionalism rarely slipped this visibly. "We'll be back before you know it."
