The quiet of the forest enveloped Mikhailis and Cerys as they slipped through the shadows, guided by the faint glow of his glasses. Rodion’s ticulous mapping ensured they avoided every potential passerby and noisy branch. It was almost unsettling how seamlessly the AI integrated into the world, despite its origin.
Too seamless, Mikhailis thought, a hint of pride laced with wariness.
Beside him, Cerys walked with a relaxed confidence, her steps silent and asured. Her earlier weariness had evaporated, replaced by a teasing energy. She glanced at him, her green eyes sparkling in the moonlight.
"You look like you’ve been hit by a carriage," she whispered, her tone both playful and sincere.
Mikhailis let out a quiet chuckle, adjusting his collar. "I’ll have you know I was a willing participant in last night’s… activities. A gentleman doesn’t complain."
Cerys smirked, brushing a stray strand of crimson hair from her face. "You call looking half-dead being a gentleman? Maybe I should’ve gone easier on you."
He gave her a sidelong glance, his grin widening despite his exhaustion. Bold talk from soone who passed out first.
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