Mikhailis rolled up his sleeves, cracking his knuckles dramatically as he surveyed the broken carriage wheel. He turned to face his companions, flashing them a grin.
"Alright, everyone, just leave it to me. Fixing things is my specialty—especially when there are lovely ladies involved." He winked at Lira, who only shook her head with a smile.
Vyrelda eyed him skeptically, arms crossed.
"Are you sure you can handle it, Your Highness? This is not the time for jokes."
"Relax, Vyrelda. I've got this," Mikhailis reassured her, his tone playful but with an edge of seriousness. He then gestured toward the surrounding area.
"Besides, it's almost nightfall. Even if I fixed this thing right now, we'd barely get anywhere before needing to set up camp. So how about you and Cerys start setting up while I do my thing here?"
Cerys frowned, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
