Tulls were incredibly fast. By incredibly, he meant very, very fast. They had gotten to Zaya's little cabin in a little more than a day, all the way from the Ifrit Territory where they were coming from.
After a bit of deliberation with Sitri, they both decided that they would continue on without resting in between. That part made it a little faster, at least.
So here they were, in front of the cabin.
"Aren't we going inside?" the little girl asked.
Amari shook his head. She would be the one coming to them.
A voice that fit his expectations gradually emerged from the entrance of the door, "Ohmygoshohmygosh!"
Its metal hinges crackled with white frost and fell to the ground, shattering into metal pieces. The door followed after. It crashed into the ground with a loud bang, revealing Zaya's wide smile in front of him.
She had her arms wide open to hug him as she approached. Amari felt a surge of relief and returned the gesture.
