Yara's heart pounded in her chest as Basilisk's growl echoed in the cramped cave. She could feel his anger, his confusion, and the intensity of his emotions. She remained still, barely daring to breathe as he slowly pulled back. His words, a mix of explanation and apology, hung in the air between them.
"A dream… It was a dream…" he said, his voice still tinged with the remnants of sleep and frustration.
Yara swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and the lingering warmth of their unexpected closeness. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She needed to do something, to break the tension and give them both a chance to regain their composure.
"Warlord, may I… may I go get us some breakfast?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. She kept her gaze lowered, not daring to meet his eyes. The blush on her cheeks deepened as she felt the weight of the situation pressing down on her.
She waited for his response, hoping that stepping outside would give them both a chance to breathe and clear their minds. The awkwardness of the moment was almost suffocating, and she needed a way to escape it, if only for a little while.
