"Theron…" Malaya called as they raced down the stone-paved roads.
"Yes?"
"Are you injured?"
Theron raised an eyebrow. "… Not by anything worth considering."
"… Why… why did you make a claim like that…? You're usually so… levelheaded…" she asked softly.
"Sometimes there are things you have to do no matter what," Theron replied.
Malaya fell into silence. Her brother and father said stuff like that all the time, and she just never understood. There were some things that just weren't worth it.
"Okay…" she said after a long while.
The sound of rain and hooves stomping against stone echoed again and again.
Theron was quite calm. Even with there having been a while since the last enemy appeared, he didn't feel anxiety, nor were his eyes constantly scanning for them. It was as though he wasn't in a deadly situation at all.
