After they each finished off a combined six of the nicknamed 'dessert fruits', they both sat there, watching the light coat of rain befall the jungle through the doorway of the sturdy, mud igloo while subject to Everett's boarish snores.
"...This is a whole lot tougher than I thought it'd be," Emilio said.
"Yeah," Melisande responded.
"I expected some sort of physical exam and a written one, but this…well, it's kind of obvious now that I'm here," he said, "We'll make it, though."
The silver-haired girl held a slight smile, nodding, "Of course we will. I may not look like it, but I'm pretty tough now–thanks to you."
As if showing that claim off, Melisande flexed her arm, though it was a bit too thin to have any imposing strength, prompting Emilio to burst out laughing.
"Wh-what?" Melisande blushed as a backlash of her own joke.
"Nothing," he laughed.
