One brow raised, a stern look, and with her arms folded over her chest, Fifi did look scary. It was the second day of no proper sleep for me.
And here she was, ready to scold me again.
"Nothing happened," I mumbled, my eyes wanting to close, but she insisted I keep an eye on Arrow. He was currently chomping on a fish stew, delighted to have a meal other than biting my hand off.
Fifi continued to narrow her gaze. She was displeased, and I was to blame for it.
Arrow proved to be no longer a threat. At least in my opinion. He and I agreed that we would resume the duel once we became well-versed in close combat, sword fighting, etcetera. He didn't offer any form of help but said he would be ready when I said so.
So the key was with me.
He wouldn't be going anywhere if we didn't finish that duel.
Outside the platform, Arrow was able to hide his ears and tail. He looked like a skinny kid, effortlessly passing off as a human.
