Two days had passed since Zaya had rescued Amari. She trudged through the door of her little hut, almost waddling from the sheer padding of fur coats she wore constantly. He was a bit confused at first but Amari understood now.
She pulled off layers of clothes rapidly and the temperature of the room decreased rapidly.
Until finally she remained in nothing but a bra top and shorts. Zaya was definitely a fit and appealing woman. Amari looked away a bit too shyly than he'd meant to come off as.
"Sheesh, what's wrong with you, weirdo?"
"Nothing!" he yelled back, chattering through his teeth.
It turned out she wore all that much fur clothes to keep her freezing temperature from affecting the rest of the room. And that begged the question.
How strong was Zaya, really?
It was a question that he wondered the answer, to but never dared voice out to try to figure out.
