"Fine then."
Walking up the shack, Xenia scoffed as she passed Osman, sizing up the small thing with an unimpressed eye. Indeed, it looked more like a toolshed than a shack, but it had just enough space for both her and Darius to squeeze into.
"Just last a day, huh," she smirked. "Sounds easy enough."
"Don't underestimate this, Xen," Darius reminded alongside her. "Osman made you do this for a reason."
Looking to her side, Darius was already getting ready to go in right with her. She appreciated the gesture, of course, but it wasn't like she needed his help for this.
"You know you don't have to do this with me, right?" she chuckled. "You can just wait out here and we can still talk."
"She's right, you know," Osman chimed in from behind them. "That thing's small enough that we can still talk even if the princess is inside."
"See?" Xenia smiled. "I'll be fine on my own. This is nothing."
