“Are you alright, josdo?” I shot him a small wry smile, feeling it tug my snarled lip. “All good, scratch. I’ll be fine.” I went to slug his shoulder, forgetting I was bound until my hands jerked back down. “Worry about yourself. You’re the one going out there to take on a bunch of behamots.” “Gah.” Edin waved a dismissive hand. “We will manage.”
