"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ned asked, forearm leaning on the ridge of the tiny window. To his left, on the horizon, was their destination, the Du'kki mountain. His mind still shaking, yet he put a wall between him and the twisted feeling, momentarily stopping the feeling of nauseating.
Bars of light making their way through the gap of the window. The sunlight lit Sasani's overwhelming figure. Tightened dress. Her waist showed a perfect curve. Upper chest wildly open, an open invitation to Ned. Tanned skin turned pale over the effects of the sunlight. But Ned thought that's how Sasani dressed as a noble, not as Swift.
"No," Sasani said, "are you sure you're doing this?"
"I can't go back," Ned said. "If ever I have the chance, I'd rather do this alone."
