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That strange look crossed her face again and she nodded, taking his hand. "Okay. Here?"
She looked back at him, one brow raised. "So... now what?"
She laughed, the sound gentle in the cavern. "You? Sorry, Z; you're good at fighting and all, but I am a troll slayer," she teased, pulling him...
She gave him a small smile, taking his hand and kissing the back of it gently. "I just watched the boy I have a huge crush on getting beat up by...
She looked up at him, her ears falling in surprise before perking up. "With me? Yeah, I'm alright. Are you okay?"
She finished after a few moments and dropped her hands, slinging his bag over her back. "Come on," she said gently, pulling away from him....
She watched him, her fingers slipping around his hands gently. There was something hesitant in her gaze, as if she didn't quite believe him, but...
She laughed a little uncertainly, ruffling his hair gently. "I know I can. I do. But... I mean, the mountain is dangerous, Zer. If one of us...
She squinted up at him in surprise, pulling away a little. "What? No. Those are yours," she said adamantly, returning to cleaning his wounds,...
She watched him, gently dabbing the blood from his face before she slipped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his shoulder. "I'm so...
She approached him earnestly, her brows furrowed tenderly as one hand reached up to cup his jaw gently. There was something else in her gaze, but...
Juniper was watching Zerras before looking through her bag to find some bandages for his face, her brow furrowing.
Juniper's hands were pressed to her mouth, and when Zerras finally won, her shoulders slumped and tears sprung to her eyes in relief.
Juniper let out a sigh of relief, holding his bag tightly, her brows still furrowed.
Juniper's eyes widened and her breath hitched in her chest as she tried to move towards the ring.
Juniper’s eyes widened and she looked absolutely terrified, clutching the bag to her chest.
She watched him go, her brow furrowing gently. "Good luck."
She seemed hesitant, holding her cloak tighter around herself before tucking her hair behind her ear. “You’re my type.”
She watched him go, hugging his bag nervously. "Zerras?"
She laughed a little, nudging him gently. “No. I think you’ll definitely win. I just don’t want to take any risks.”
