Fruity Drinks Are For Everyone

A short leash, sure, but not the shortest. They could be confident she wouldn't get too bold, at least not yet. She wouldn't live long without them out here, and they'd done well to make sure she knew. Cambria owed them their lives and now had nothing to return to. Everything was perfect, and by fuck Matija loves it when a plan comes together. Now he can sprawl on the beach and sip his brew.

Or he could, if she stopped asking so many questions. A long, slow-suffering sound leaves his throat. Can't hold it against her, the sweetness in the drink tempering at least some of his salty attitude. Before he can find words that aren't too venomous, Idris joins them. Mati's head tipped back to meet the man's shoulder for a moment before returning to his drink.

"You will help, when the time comes." The glimmer in his eye, the same as light on a sharpened knife. "For now," Matija slumps back lazily, taking another long sip. "I think you know just how you'll be helping." Predatory gaze took her in once more. Watching. Flicking to Idris with a grin, a flick of his tail. At least they'd have someone to tend to petty things, while they made their plans.