Aramith didn't change his expression or respond to her words.
Mozrael's fingers were still locked with His. She hadn't even noticed she was holding on too tightly until his hand shifted slightly in hers.
"I heard you're really attached to him, and you know what?" Elira said gently, almost as if she cared for them."That's sweet. Maybe troublesome, but still sweet."
The skeletal leopard prowled in a slow circle beside her, and every step it made resounded on the floor as bone came against stone. Its eye sockets burned with predation, and its ribs rose and fell, as if it were still made of flesh and could breathe normally.
Elira placed a hand lightly on its skull, stilling it. It purred softly, the sound rattling with a strange sound.
"We shouldn't be unprofessional about this," she continued. "Two against two turns chaotic. I don't enjoy chaos unless I'm the one causing it. And I'm sure you remember how well I can do that."
She lifted her gaze to Aramith.
