Veer shot him a narrow look. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Tara only smirked, clearly enjoying the jab. "Nothing, nothing… just saying, my friend, you're not exactly known for bringing company."
Kaya stayed quiet, offering only a slight smile at Tara's words. Just by looking at her, one might think she wasn't the fighting type at all.
Anyway she did know one of the simplest rules of survival—it's basic, really. In some places, you bend. In others, you hide your true self. Kaya understood that well enough, and she certainly wasn't about to forget it here.
Tara had given them a smaller cave than his own. It had a rough wooden table, a bed made of grass, and a modest supply of food. Nothing much, but it was clearly meant as a guest room for visitors.
There was just one problem—no water for bathing. Drinking water, yes. But if Kaya wanted to wash, she'd have to go down to the nearby river.
