"You know," Diana said casually, "for someone who's never done that before, you caught on pretty quickly."
"Can we please not talk about it?" Grace begged.
"Why not? It was a legitimate healing technique, right?"
"I hate you."
"Well, you did save me back there. That poison would have been... unpleasant."
Grace huffed, looking away.
"You're welcome."
"And for what it's worth," Diana continued, "you're not a bad kisser. With some practice—"
"We are NOT practicing that!"
Diana laughed.
The vegetation grew thicker as they progressed. The air became heavy and humid, filled with the scent of damp earth and decaying plants. Slime dripped from the ceiling in places, forming small, viscous puddles on the rocky floor.
"We must be getting close," Diana whispered.
"Yeah, seems like it." Grace shivered, feeling that same cold sensation she usually felt when demons were around.
