Camp of the Band of the Red Hand, Altara [afternoon]

[bloody_luck]

Mat's plan of hit-and-fade attacks against the Seanchan had been in effect for a few days now, with Leilwin's "dragons" ("cannons", his mind kept repeating) working with more devastating effectiveness against the enemy than even their leashed da'mane could counter. It didn't mean that the Band had been able to escape the encounters unscathed.

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[bigdamndestiny]

"And let you have a bit of alone time?" Merlin, you're so not helping.

[bloody_luck]

Mat's look soured further. "I don't need bloody alone time."

[bitch_prince]

"Oh, are you certain about that?" Arthur asked, smirking. "Because you seemed a bit... busy."

They were assholes, both.

[bigdamndestiny]

It was all Arthur's influence. Really. "It's really not a problem!"