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A single brow arched, suspicion flickering like a candle behind opal eyes as his gaze darted between them, finally settling on Meseba. Details clicked coldly into place, but the dog had little time to dwell upon it.

If Safiya was in Akashingo then there he would go.

Come along, lover-boy. You heard her. His tone was clipped as he turned on his heel, yet his opaline gaze shifted to the retreating form of the viper.

She isn’t helpless, you know, His words cut through the air, their tone nearly as biting as the chill. She managed without you for quite some time. Snappish words from a snappish mouth, the dog made no effort to temper the disdain bleeding into his voice.