“Toughen up, princess,” I playfully chastise, and she huffs out a laugh and shakes her head at my antics. “I guess if you need anything, stab yourself or something,” I tell her as I move toward the Scorpions. “That can be our signal,” I call back over my shoulder. “Or we could just send a missive,” she suggests alternatively. “Where would be the fun in that?” “You’re a monster,” Neith teases with a laugh. “Says the bigger monster,”
