Yara stood with her fists clenched, the sharp lines of her face illuminated by the flickering embers scattered across the ground. Her breaths came in sharp, controlled bursts, but her fiery glare was anything but restrained.
The members of the Resistance were no longer attacking, tending to their injured in a subdued silence.
Sky's massive dragon form lay in the background, his silvery scales glinting under the faint moonlight. He rumbled low, the sound reverberating like distant thunder as Val murmured to him, his hands moving gently over Sky's snout to soothe him. Sky crooned in response, the sound more melodic now, though a flick of his tail betrayed his lingering unease.
"You attacked him without asking questions?" she said, her voice crackling with barely contained anger.
