(This entire chapter is being revised to get rid of the degeneration, after losing what would have been a fun and loyal reader because of it, I have no choice but to rethink it's relevance (ب_ب)
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"What the hell." Dina stood at the entrance after waking in on what looked from behind like Sol kissing Arla while Ikaris stared in shock, but when nobody turned to meet her gaze she walked over to them and stared over his shoulder, there she found Arla crying like a lost child and Sol trying to calm her as he held her gently. "What's going on?" She repeated her question a second time.
"Love..." Ikaris stared at Sol's expression, it was neither caring nor uncaring and yet it did not feel like a passive stare either, it was the first time she found confliction in his heart through just looking in his eyes.
"Arla..." Sol held her a little tighter and looked toward the torch that lit the inside of the tent.
