Sylvia rubbed a hand across her damp forehead, her breathing ragged. “I can’t decide if I’m impressed or disgusted with you right now.” The corner of Shiro’s mouth twitched up. “Did I mention your entire wardrobe made it safely aboard?” Turnip curled around his ankle with a chirpy mew as if to corroborate this story. The ghost of a grin tugged at Sylvia’s lips. “Okay, maybe not completely disgusted.” “I do have that effect on people.” Shiro straightened, puffing out his chest dramatically.
