Surviving The Wild

The night before they were supposed to leave, Lyra got a message from Liliana.

Over on Voidstar No.2, it was broad daylight.

"A guy with a military background showed up today. He started asking questions about you after getting off the ship, so we detained him," Liliana's voice sounded a bit rough. "He mentioned someone named Jorath sent him. What should we do with him?"

Lyra smirked. "If he's military, just check in with his superior. Not my problem."

She watched the screen, noticing the bruises on Liliana's face and the bald patches in her hair, signs she hadn't had an easy time.

"Got beat up again?"

Liliana's face tightened for a second, but she quickly put on a charming smile. "Oh, Lyra, if you keep showing concern like this, I might just cry," she joked, trying to cover the bald spots with her red hair.

Lyra, with her black hair framing her face, spoke almost like casting a spell, "Liliana, crying isn't cute."