Thank the stars Eyrx couldn't understand them. If he ever heard a magical beast call her out for trying to walk into a death trap, he'd personally throw her over his shoulder and march her back to that sad little hut in the village.
"What did they say?" Eyrx asked, voice low, arms tightening protectively around her waist. His tone was calm, but she felt the shift in him—he'd noticed her panic.
Thalina smiled. A bit too wide. "They, uh… just said your arm will be healed in no time! Super optimistic. Very supportive."
He stared at her.
She stared back.
He didn't blink.
She didn't either.
Eyrx narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching in a way that made her nervous. He didn't buy it. Not for one second.
But to her relief, he didn't press.
Instead, he gave a low exhale, gaze briefly flicking toward the beasts again. "They said something else," he said plainly.
It wasn't a question.
Thalina swallowed and looked away.
