"What... what did you do?" she asked, her voice slightly slurred.
Zafron's grin widened. "Just adapting and surviving, like you said. Isn't that what the Undercity is all about?"
As Sakura stared at him, a mix of frustration and grudging respect in her eyes, Zafron couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph.
He might not be the best hand-to-hand fighter, but he had other skills up his sleeve. And in the Undercity, sometimes that was all you needed to stay alive.
Sakura pushed herself up, shoving Zafron away with a frustrated grunt. Her pride stung, and confusion swirled in her mind. Every point of contact with Zafron had felt... strange. Like a tickle, or ice on her skin, or something she couldn't quite explain. It bothered her that her body had seemingly yielded to his touch for reasons she couldn't fathom.
As Sakura struggled with her inner turmoil, a system prompt suddenly appeared in Zafron's vision, visible only to him:
