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Emris' tail twitched while her lips turned into a faint grin. “Guess that makes sense, considerin’ y’ already talk like a captain.” There was a teasing lilt to her voice, but her eyes stayed on his, gauging the weight behind his words.

Ambition was a funny thing—either it carried you forward, or it buried you under it.

His compliment caught her off guard, and for a moment, she let out a soft, breathy laugh, her ears flicking back briefly from a mix of embarassment—and blush.

The faint curve of her lips lingered. “So, what’s the plan, Captain?”