Vanya gave a sign that she had something to do before quickly walking away.
Isadora glanced at her retreating form, confused. Where could she be going? She wasn't sure Vanya had other things to do because they were instructed to train for the whole day.
"You should cover up more, your cheeks are red," Rav said, brushing his thumb briefly against her soft skin. "It'll get colder, Wintermoon's close."
"Shouldn't you cover up too?" Isadora asked, blushing, unable to stop her gaze from descending on his body.
Almadra should be pleased.
He chuckled at her words. "I'm hot, Isadora, a few rounds with the others got me like this."
"Oh." She nodded, eyes veering to Nyssa training some warriors in techniques. "It seems we'd be seeing the commanders more often."
"Mostly me," Rav mused. "I have the majority of the crowned warriors under my wing." His eyes leveled on the bow she held. "So bow and arrow?" He raised an eyebrow
Isadora blushed. "Yes?"
