"We're going to the nearest high-end settlement ruins," Ash shouted, his wires already spinning as he swung toward a northern ridge. "I'm getting the softest blankets in this godforsaken country. Silk, wool, I don't care! She's not sleeping on stone!"
"I'm raiding the valley bunkers," Shadow rumbled, his grizzly form a blur of menace. "I'll hunt down every last sealed ration of fruit and sweets in the state. She needs food. If she craves a certain snack, I'll scour the whole coast to get it!"
"Clothes!" another yelled. "She needs fresh ones! Warm ones! She's definitely freezing up there!"
They vanished into the treeline like a pack of frantic, harried attendants, driven by the singular goal of ensuring their goddess's comfort.
Back on the cliffside, the remaining husbands of the inner circle looked up at the Jackal's Nest. The air around them was no longer just a war zone; it was a sanctuary in the making.
