Daniel had stared at the dark, unseen roof of the cave for a long moment, his brain trying to process this unexpected development.
He hadn't dared move. The potential for another "spirited discussion" involving shattered training fields was too high.
He had considered subtly moving her hand, but the risk of waking her and facing morning berserker-rage seemed far greater than a little awkward hand-holding.
He'd just have to add it to the growing list of "Weird things Ayra does."
"This," Daniel thought with a weary internal sigh, his senses still sharp despite the lack of sleep, "is going to be a very, very long watch indeed."
He focused on his SSS-Rank [Soul Assimilation] talent, feeling the quiet hum of its potential, the way it yearned for new essences, new powers.
His Assimilation Charges were slowly regenerating, a comforting thrum beneath his skin.
