Zeyra nodded quickly from behind her, looking entirely out of her depth. She knew how to fight beasts and manipulate tribe politics, but dealing with the untouchable blood-soaked juggernaut of the battlefield suddenly breaking down in tears in a bed was completely outside her playbook. She didn't know what to do with her hands.
Sol forced a smile onto his face. It felt stiff and completely fake.
"Yeah, I'm alright," he lied smoothly. "Just a bit tired."
Kira studied his face for a long, heavy second. She didn't believe him, but she respected him enough not to push it right now. She nodded gravely.
"Okay. You rest," Kira said softly, finally letting go of his shoulders. "We'll be back whenever you are feeling okay. If you need anything... just call my. I'll hurriedly come."
He nodded assuredly, keeping that same smile on his face. But even he knew it looked extremely tired and incredibly sad.
