"Stop pouting, you know damn well you deserved it," I chided Vex while reaching below Raika, lifting her into my arms.
The surreal laws of Thalorind were once again in effect, making my brain desperately scramble to accept my new reality. Raika, this brutal woman who dropped from the clouds just to land an earth-shattering punch on our enemy, was so damn lithe. My logic dictated she should weigh tons, but she was light, similar in weight to Lucille.
"But!!" Vex whined like a pampered little girl who was scolded by her father for the first time.
"No buts. Let's move."
A much stronger pout welcomed my words, but no one paid attention to this eccentric woman. We knew doing so would only make our lives harder.
As we stepped out of the infirmary, Ayame brought up a good question. "Should we bring the loser squad with us?"
"Eh…" No one was too eager about the prospect.
