The battlefield’s far more dangerous than any other he’s ever seen. The flames lick higher and he comes to the startling realization that he has nowhere else left to go. How could he be so careless? He can’t exactly serve Lord Ryoma if he’s dead—
But it looks like he’s not going to burn to death today, if a wyvern-riding Nohrian has anything to say about it. Beruka’s much stronger than she looks and when she pulls him up onto her wyvern he fumbles for something to say.
“I didn’t need your help!” Right, because that’s definitely what he should be saying after she saved his life. Why is it so hard to just thank her?
“You’re welcome.” Beruka says, her voice as flat as usual. “Hold on tight.”
There isn’t anywhere to hold on besides her waist and Saizo isn’t about to do that. He scoffs instead and she nudges her heels into her wyvern to move away from the flames. It doesn’t take long for Saizo to reconsider and grab hold of the assassin’s waist.
THANKS
But it looks like he’s not going to burn to death today, if a wyvern-riding Nohrian has anything to say about it. Beruka’s much stronger than she looks and when she pulls him up onto her wyvern he fumbles for something to say.
“I didn’t need your help!” Right, because that’s definitely what he should be saying after she saved his life. Why is it so hard to just thank her?
“You’re welcome.” Beruka says, her voice as flat as usual. “Hold on tight.”
There isn’t anywhere to hold on besides her waist and Saizo isn’t about to do that. He scoffs instead and she nudges her heels into her wyvern to move away from the flames. It doesn’t take long for Saizo to reconsider and grab hold of the assassin’s waist.