A makeshift Desert Camp at night.
How long was I out for?
Sett woke to warmth from the soft press of Zainah's thighs beneath his head. Her hand gently traced lazy lines through his hair, her soft voice echoing melodically.
Once again, Sett was reminded of the fact that Zainah had an absolutely wonderful voice. Maybe it was influenced by the fact that she had the Song of Playfulness ability, but he always found her voice very soothing.
"—Ah, but Zarah, melon cakes are too sweet."
"But they are cheap."
"So what? We are playing 'what is tasty and cheap' not 'cheap foods.' Melon cakes are not that good."
"Sis, why are you lying? You've always liked them. You just couldn't afford it before."
Zainah humphed. "Say, monkey, would you like a cake or full dish at the same price?"
The monkey chipped in. "i'd like to eat this melon keek. It sounds tasty!"
Zarah beamed. "What a good monkey!"
