"Lead on, Miss Lira," she said in clipped tones, scanning for threats. "And everyone, keep your eyes open. The next quake might be the last straw."
Vyrelda jerked her head in agreement, stepping around a chunk of rock that fell with a dull thud. "Your Highness," she said, not kindly but with intense focus, "don't push yourself more than you have to. If you collapse on us, we're done for."
Mikhailis mustered a tired laugh. "Is that your version of sweet encouragement, Lady Vyrelda?"
"Shut up and climb," she snapped, though there was a faint spark of concern in her eyes, overshadowed by her usual brazen tone.
