Nyla propped herself on one arm as she moved slowly toward him. She paused only when she was inches away from his face.
"Well?" she pressed.
Damon's hand moved quickly, the girl tensed slightly at his sudden movement but then—
She blinked as he grabbed another piece of monster meat and took a bite.
Nyla watched him do it with an expression that said she knew exactly what he was doing.
She let out a quiet sigh, quiet enough that only someone as close to her as Damon could've caught it, and moved back. "That's not a no."
"It's not a yes either," he added between bites.
A smile settled on her face. "It might be."
The furnace continued to burn beside them as Nyla rested her head on Damon's shoulder. The heat of the flames dancing in front of them did a great job against the damp air, making them feel almost at ease despite being in the ruins of what once had been a dark sea.
"How far do you think we've come?" She suddenly asked, her head still resting on his shoulder.
