Zeyra's jaw tightened, looking slightly insulted, but she quickly turned, grabbed a clay pitcher from the bedside table, and poured a cup. She handed it to him, intentionally leaning in a bit closer than necessary, letting her dark hair brush against his bare shoulder.
Sol ignored the blatant move, took the cup, and downed it in three massive gulps.
Kira watched the exchange, her eyes narrowing further, but she focused back on Sol.
"The beast tide is broken," Kira said, her voice dropping back into that serious, no-nonsense tone. "After you dropped that Rockhorn Beetle, the rest of the horde shattered. Chief killed the remaining Layer 3 beasts. The rest of them ran back into the deep rot."
Sol nodded slowly, handing the empty cup back to Zeyra. "Casualties?"
