"That was awfully easy… I didn't even get to get injured mortally and barely survive whilst having to keep my organs from spilling out and getting cooked on the sand!" complained the butcher, sitting inside the city with her back against a now empty house, her white robes littered with cuts and covered in blood.
"Well, I am happy that you're safe, Meri" replied Cheops, who was sitting right beside her, having taken on a much more supportive role during the battle, he had only received light injuries that would fade away quickly enough even if the bird-headed maniac, as people called him, didn't get involved in his recovery.
Meritites looked at him for a moment and then smiled, her teeth a pristine white as she had not gotten to eat anyone's face in the end, her expression changed from boredom to one that the Illusory Ersta'la had seen many, many times already.
