"We'll wipe her out before she can do any more damage to us! Zyren can also identify us, but his ways are not as straightforward as hers are!"
She sighed, blushing even harder as she held the tips of the apron she wore, her legs shifting back and forth in an anxious manner that showed she was struggling to keep calm. Her fingers twisted the fabric as though grounding herself, knuckles pale from the tension.
"You will find the perfect time and inform me! I'll do it myself," she said sharply, her tone cracking only slightly before she continued, "Do you understand?"
Even as Clay, who had been about to vigorously nod his head, simply responded with a quiet yes, he turned his gaze away from her, making it seem like he was reluctant to continue the conversation any further. His jaw tightened, eyes fixed stubbornly on the hedges beyond her shoulder.
