Sylmara turned to Lucas with a cool, expectant expression. "You'll ride with me," she said simply, already stepping toward the front of the lead carriage.
M'baku's ears twitched, his tail flicking in irritation. "You're just ordering him around? At least show some damn respect," he growled, his sharp eyes narrowing at her. "Lucas isn't one of your subordinates."
Sylmara barely acknowledged him, lifting herself effortlessly onto the front seat of the carriage. "He's coming, isn't he?" she said, her voice indifferent. "Why waste time on unnecessary formalities?"
M'baku scoffed, his arms crossing tightly over his chest. "Tch. Typical elves."
Lucas let out a breath and shook his head. "It's fine, M'baku," he said, keeping his voice calm. "No need to make a big deal out of it." Without further hesitation, he climbed up onto the carriage and took the seat beside Sylmara.
