"They'll be fine. Three Guardians, remember?" Kamila pointed at Tyris, Zagran, and Salaark who were holding a baby each. "You need this and I want to share the underwater parade thrown in honor of my badass husband by a legendary race.
"This is the stuff of legends."
Lith was about to reply that merfolk had no concept of parades and that the beauty of their cities was alien to human standards when he felt it again. He felt his right arm become sticky and wet with Phloria's blood as the smell of metal filled his nose.
'She's right. I need this and maybe this experience will help Kami to overcome her depression. That or at least to appreciate sunlight more.' He thought.
"I'm glad you finally understand how cool I am." He actually said.
"I've always known, farmhead. It's the reason I married you." She gave him a sweet kiss that was cut short when she pulled back with a nervous expression on her face.
