RIKA
They'd eventually made their way back to Gar's tree. Rika had been so grateful there wasn't anyone else on the trail. Her blood churned with a mix of uneasiness that was ready to turn to fear, and embarrassment. She felt so weak next to these people who were so strong and capable. But she was reminded again of what Elia had said—that their flaws were the same as humans, just harder to see because of their obvious strength.
Gar hovered over her like his father had done with his mother, and her feelings about that were mixed as well.
The part of her that wanted to love him was warmed—it wanted to sink into his chest, bury her face in his neck, and let him fight the world for her so she could rest.
