Azrynn lowered her empty skewer, her yellow eyes fixed on the whirlwind of claws and threads still clashing across the clearing. Her voice carried a note of genuine wonder, tinged with the bewilderment of someone who had just witnessed a sandstorm in a teacup.
"They're still going at it... Are they always like this?"
Ignis, now sprawled on her back with her hands folded over her full belly, let out a low, satisfied groan. Her voice came out lazy, dreamy, carrying the weight of a meal well enjoyed.
"Mm... always. They fight over the stupidest things. It's honestly exhausting just watching them."
Adam, still seated by the fire, shot Ignis a pointed look. His voice carried a note of mild reproach.
"Don't lie down right after eating, Ignis. You'll get cramps."
Ignis let out a long, exaggerated sigh, but pushed herself upright with visible reluctance. She settled into a cross-legged position, her flames flickering in a half-hearted pout.
"Fine, fine..."
