Sartaq ran a hand down her matted hair. “You know what victory means, don’t you?” Nesryn lifted her head, brows narrowing. Behind them, Salkhi patiently stood while the healer’s magic soothed over his eye. “A good night’s rest, I hope,” she said. Sartaq laughed, and pressed a kiss to her temple. “It means,” he said against her skin, “that we are going home. That you are coming home—with me.”
I kinda like Nesryn’s answer better 🤣
