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Oh? Maybe there was some understanding after all. The girl recoiled from the edge of the pit and Drusk did as well, sheltering in the shade again—barely missing her spit as it arched at him.

Mezhah! He croaked up at her, sliding his tongue over his teeth suggestively.

But, the boy quieted down. It wasn't his first time being spat-on, nor his first time as a prisoner. He would find a way out and when he did, he would hold true to his promise.

In the quiet that remained Drusk settled against the earth, laying in the scant shade provided. He glared up at the girl.

Zalat?