They walked in silence for the first ten minutes after leaving the girls behind, their footsteps echoing softly on the broken pavement as they moved toward the city outskirts. Nox kept his pace brisk with his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes constantly scanning the emptying streets for any signs of threats or pursuit.
Serian matched his stride easily despite her recently healed ankle, her elven endurance making the pace trivial even after everything she had been through today. She noticed Nox showed absolutely no signs of fatigue either despite the exertions of the day, his stamina having increased dramatically since they first encountered each other.
'He grows stronger by the day,' she observed mentally, watching him from the corner of her eye. 'In my homeland, such rapid advancement would be considered prodigious even among the most talented of our warriors.'
Finally she broke the comfortable silence between them. "That was well executed back there."
