"I'm still nervous.", Talia said after some time. Even with Damon all around her, he couldn't dispel the uneasiness that twirled in the pit of her stomach, making her whole body tingle in unpleasant ways.
"Do you want to run more?", he asked.
Talia refused. "I need something more than running. How about we spar?" A second later, she shook her head while dismissing that idea. She didn't want to risk any of them getting hurt, and if they didn't go all out, it wouldn't help.
Damon pursed his lips and then he got an idea.
His arms moved under Talia, and he stood up while carrying her.
Talia was not sure what he was up to, but his focused gaze and steady steps told her that he had a plan. However, why was he heading toward the cliff where the river was ending?
"Damon?", Talia asked, now a bit nervous. "What are you up to?"
"You will find out in a minute", he said, and her hands tightened around his neck on an instinct.
