Ayame had drifted up on his other side, running happily, entirely untroubled by the pace.
"A deserter with a bounty on her head, hiding in the dirt and biting people. And now the King of Vraven signs whatever you put in front of him, and his soldiers run when you tell them to run." She tilted her head. "Your rise rivals Quin's."
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"The part where you think 'somebody' handed it to me."
"Insecure, are we~? I'd never say such a thing," Ayame purred, full of joy.
"Eat shit."
"No, thanks~" Ayame grinned, shaking her head at this impossible girl. "Listen to my wisdom, young lady."
Iris sent her the nastiest of looks.
Ayame blew her a kiss and delivered the wisdom.
"Just enjoy your revenge, shed good blood, bash some skulls, and stop thinking useless thoughts.
Quinlan flew between the two of them and made no attempt to keep the pride off his face.
