5/24/2026, 4:46 AM
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Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.
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Bao swayed dangerously as Nyra pressed against her side, though not from fear.
The contact simply caught her off guard.
She was used to pain. Used to teeth and blood and bodies colliding hard enough to bruise bone. But this—steady support offered without demand or dominance attached to it—felt foreign in a way she couldn’t quite place.
Her jaw tightened against another sharp pulse of agony tearing through her ribs as she forced herself upright again. Muscles tremored violently beneath shredded fur, every breath dragging raggedly through her chest, yet she refused to fold.
At least not completely.
For a moment, Bao resisted leaning into Nyra at all, stubborn pride locking her limbs rigid despite the way her vision blurred at the edges. But another unsteady step nearly sent her crashing sideways, and eventually practicality outweighed dignity. Her shoulder bumped reluctantly against the Sovereign’s heavier frame.
Solid.
Warm.
Annoyingly helpful. bao be nice
You sound very confident for someone dragging a corpse uphill,Bao rasped, the faintest trace of dry humor slipping through her exhaustion.
Another step followed.
Then another.
Each one looked like it might be the last.
Nyra’s patience drew a quiet frown from the battered woman. Bao glanced sidelong at her, pale eyes narrowed slightly as though trying to solve something.
Most leaders I have known would call this weakness,she muttered after a moment.
Or inconvenience.
There was no self-pity in the statement. Just blunt familiarity.
Bao’s breathing roughened again as the incline ahead came into focus. The mountain path looked steeper now that she stood beneath it, and exhaustion sat heavy inside her limbs like wet stone. Still, the stubborn set of her shoulders never faltered.
If I collapse,she said hoarsely, dragging herself into another limping step,
leave me there for five minutes and then try yelling. That usually works.
The attempt at humor was dry and brittle, but intentional.
A sudden wave of dizziness struck hard enough to make her stumble again. Bao caught herself this time with a sharp grunt, claws scraping stone as she steadied.
…I hate mountains,she breathed bitterly under her breath.
