"Are you okay?"
Cardin's voice was filled with worry, accompanied by the clatter of a sword hilt, and a pained grunt from Talia as she rose from the rubble.
He reached down and stretched his hand.
Talia holding one hand to her head stared thoughtfully at his before reaching up to take it, letting him pull her up.
She groaned slightly, rubbing her head.
"I'm fine... just," She showed him the hilt. "I hope Luna Luan doesn't notice the little change I made to her sword."
He grinned, suppressing his laughter and she smiled back.
"Well," He got closer, holding her other hand, the hilt dropping to the ground with a louder clatter as he pulled her close. "I'm glad you're okay."
Talia's eyes widened on seeing his lips get closer. Her heart clenched in panic, but she leaned her head back, waiting for his eyes to open.
"We can't do this Cardin."
