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Korgan grinned, amused by Tempeste's fluttered reactions. He let her arm go, then patted her on her back.
"I would have gone to the stables to look for him if I could but the last time I left my post for the kitchens, I got into trouble.â
His hand was warm and rough, with a palm wide enough to cover most of her back. "If I come, then nobody's going to dare trouble you," he assured her. His eyes wandered to the bedridden Raiden, and chuckled. "Except for that guy, but he ain't in a state to be a nuisance."
Korgan nodded to Tempeste's requests and laid down on the bed - the biggest one they had. With only a loincloth on his person, there was not much need to undress. He watched her as she worked, with golden, hawk-like eyes.
You know, not just anybody would pull a stunt like that on me, the Raid-King mused. She was pretty, but not delicate. Graceful, but not frail. The faces of Ari and Korgan's own trusted crew flitted by his mind. He raised a pointing hand to Tempeste, then pumped it into a fist. "You've got grit. Don't ever lose it."