Inside the carriage, Lyra blinked at the sudden interruption. Ryan's sharp voice carried a note of mischief as he leaned halfway in through the window. His horse kept pace with the slow-moving carriage, hooves thudding rhythmically against the dirt road.
Tessa didn't flinch at his sudden appearance. Instead, she gave him a flat look, like she had been expecting him to show up sooner or later. "Get your gossip head out of here and close the window," she scolded, arms crossed. "Don't you see the cold is coming in? Some of us don't ride around with thick coats. And my Missy is still sick"
Lyra's brows rose slightly. Tessa didn't usually talk like that. There was a sharpness in her tone, but not the fearful kind she often showed when speaking to warriors. It was casual, familiar. Almost too familiar.
Ryan chuckled, not offended in the slightest, Which confused Lyra greatly. He is the Gamma.
