Nyra, ever the bold one, plopped herself onto one armrest without a second thought, her smirk as sharp as a blade. Lyra, on the other hand, hesitated, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush as she fidgeted with the hem of her uniform.
"S-So… Rex…" Lyra began, her voice soft and uncertain. "Nyra wants to know what we'll be doing in this battle. What's our post?"
Nyra shot her sister a sideways glance with her smirk widening. "Oh, come on, Lyra. Don't drag me into your shyness. You're the one who wanted to ask."
Lyra's blush deepened, and she averted her gaze, muttering something under her breath that even Rex's sharp ears couldn't catch.
Rex arched a brow, his lips curling into a playful grin. "Oh? You mean you're not just here to take over my personal space?"
Nyra let out a mischievous chuckle while leaning back as if she owned the chair. "Well, someone's got to keep you on your toes, Rex. Can't have you getting too comfortable."
