"I should reject her from joining the strikeforce."
Qatrand paced the small confines of their little quarters, her agitation visible in every twist to turn the other way. The last assessment had concluded hours ago, but her disquiet had only grown since then. None of the cultivators she looked at today were any better than yesterday - and it ruined the one 'out' she might have had.
Elua sat cross-legged on their bedroll, watching her husband-wife move back and forth like a caged predator. The anxious jealousy on display was adorable… especially considering the taller girl knew every detail that the reincarnator did.
She'd held little to nothing back when talking about the woman before. And even proposed some of her new suspicions about why Leysah seemed so… 'drawn' to the Goltbred's spirit in this life. Ironically, it had only worsened the matter!
