It had taken nearly seven days for Altair to regain control of his emotions as far as Syris was involved. He had so many questions, wanting to join her in her dungeon diving, but he held himself back. It hadn't been his place to ask such a question.
Not that he even knew how to broach the subject.
And so he held his tongue, almost as if to allow her to keep her noble barring before him, smiling each time Syris would return for a rest or had dinner. He kept his smile, swallowing his pride until she was ready to broach the subject.
"Master! Are you ready?" Alyssa asked, wrapped in the formal attire, bearing the Crest of Tenebrae on her back.
"You ever had that feeling where you really don't want to leave your house, but you lowkey have no choice?"
Inside a cruiser bound for the Amazonian Dungeon towards the North, Tasha found herself self-exchanging glances with Alyssa, giggling at one another.
