Yara gave her fur a vigorous shake, noticing that Basilisk didn't appreciate her humor. She cleared her throat and looked at him with sincerity. "Sorry, Warlord. I guess I'm just a bit nervous being out here," she admitted, her eyes serious as she watched the fire start to consume the blighted area.
As the flames grew, the weight of their task settled more heavily on her shoulders. "Let's hope this does the trick," she said, her voice steady but tinged with worry. She knew how crucial it was to contain the blight and prevent it from spreading further.
She stood back, watching the burning area closely, feeling the heat against her fur. The gravity of the situation left no room for mistakes, and she was acutely aware of the danger they were in.
When Basilisk mentioned cleaning up in the Northern lake, she nodded, her expression softening just a bit. "A good wash sounds like a plan. Let's hope this fire break holds, and we can get out of here safely," she said, sincerity in her voice.
