Sylvanna smirked, sheathing her dagger. "I'd be disappointed if it was, musclehead."
Dravis watched the entire exchange, his expression unreadable. He could see the shift in their dynamics—the way Sharon, for all her bluster, had acknowledged Sylvanna's point. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start. They needed to trust each other, and sometimes that trust came from conflict, from testing each other's limits.
Sophie let out a sigh, stepping forward now that the fight was over. She placed a gentle hand on Sharon's shoulder, her voice soft. "You alright?"
Sharon looked up at her, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and gratitude. "Yes, My Lady. I'm sorry."
Sophie shook her head, offering her a small smile. "No need to apologize. Just remember—we're in this together. We all have our strengths, and we need to rely on each other."
Sharon nodded, her gaze shifting to Sylvanna, who gave her a lazy salute in response. "Yeah… I get it."
