Moments later...
"Hmph..."
Lyra ended up clinging to Gray like a pissed-off cat who'd claimed her territory after a territorial war.
She wasn't saying anything, just burying her face against his chest, arms wrapped tightly around him, cheeks puffed out in a silent "I hate everyone except you".
Her legs were still half-submerged in the water, but her upper body was plastered to him, refusing to move even an inch.
Gray stroked her damp hair with a lazy, amused motion.
"You done?" he asked softly.
She huffed into his skin.
"…No."
Across the lake, Selina and Selene sat on the dry stone ledge beside the small campfire they had managed to make using Lyra's lightning earlier.
Their clothes were drying on rocks around them, dripping quietly as the flames flickered warmly, painting their faces in shifting orange light.
Both girls had their arms crossed. Both girls were glaring and looked like they were trying very hard not to stomp back in there and restart round two.
