She tapped her chin. "Careful for slippery glass and pots. Also, they have a cat, but it's usually asleep at this hour." *** "Okay," he said brightly. "That sounds good. You're still sick, though."
"A cat?" he asked curiously. "I've never seen a cat." * * * She laughed, tilting her head. "Don't wanna share a bed with me?"
She grinned. "If we even see it." They made it to the kitchen floor, and Nascha looked up. She pulled her hook out of the bag, aiming up the counter and shooting, grasping on. "Shall we?" *** "Then.. I'll set up a bed on the floor."
He gave her a small smirk. "Race?" * * * She laughed, scooting over in the bed. "I'm kidding, Cy. I just don't want you to get sick."
She grinned, grabbing onto the rope. "Alright. Ready? Set. Go!" She darted up, climbing towards the top. *** He laid back. "I'm going out tomorrow to get supplies."
He followed her up, a little behind. * * * She frowned, turning her head to look at him. "You don't know the area..."
She reached the top, taking a breath. *** "You're sick," he said lowly. "I'll be okay. I'm smart enough."
He met her on the top, gasping for breath. "These are some strange trees." * * * She frowned, watching him. "I know you're smart enough," she said gently. "But I'll worry."
She laughed. "I know. A bit different from what you usually climb." They started off, beginning their small quest to gather their supplies. Everything went swimmingly. After they obtained the last thing, Nascha placed her hook, ready to go down. She looked over at Victor. "Ready to go?" *** "I'll be okay. I promise. I'm also pretty good at running away from danger."
He was putting the last few toothpicks in his bag. "Yes. Let's head out." * * * She laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. "I know."
She nodded, sliding down the rope and making it to the floor. She stepped back, looking up. What she didn't notice, however, was the large, fluffy cat hidden in the shadows. It flicked its tail and pounced, easily taking down Nascha and pinning her down with its claws. She had hardly a moment to react, only struggling and whimpering as its nails stabbed into her. She managed to shout his name in a pained and terrified voice. "V-Victor!" *** He grinned. "So I'll be fine."
There was a silence, and for one terrible moment, it was almost as if he had ran away. After a second though, the cat was yanked back by an invisible force. As the cat yowled, falling backwards, she would see Victor on its back, pulling its head back with a rope around its throat. * * * "I guess," she agreed, looking up at him. "But still. Be careful, won't you?"
She gasped for air, scrambling to her. She felt the spread of warm blood on her abdomen, but ignored it, stumbling to grab the bags and her weapon, looking for a moment so Victor could make it off safely. *** "Of course," he said warmly, "always."
The cat was spinning frantically to get Victor off and as she watched, she would see Victor steer the cat into a cabinet. The thud was loud, and he leaped off, rolling on the ground to soften the landing. The cat growled, clearly dazed, and Victor grabbed her hand, pulling her away. * * * She scooted closer to him, her hand on his chest easily. "What are you going to tell your tribe?"
He free hand was covering the injury, and she followed him, biting her tongue to stop from whimpering in pain. *** He shrugged. "Maybe I'll leave a note, like you did."
They got to cover and he turned to her, gasping for breath slightly. "Are you alright?" * ** She laughed lightly, raising an eyebrow. "Can you be that dramatic?"
She took a shaky breath, continuing to move forward. "I'm fine. I-I need to get back to my house. Then I'll be okay." *** "I can't be soft about it! It'll work out."
He looked down before noticing the injury. "Oh, God. You're hurt." * * * "That's shockingly nonchalant of you."
