Denni and Yolna.

Once the others were gone, Denni and Yolna were left alone in silence. Yolna still fiddled with her torn strap.

"Ugh," she scoffed. "It's ripped all the way through. Do you know how hard this will be to fix?"

"Right," Denni muttered. "Sorry for saving you. Didn't mean to be a hassle."

Yolna stopped fiddling then and looked at him. Then her expression softened. "I'm sorry," she said. "I do appreciate it. I mean, obviously I do."

She looked around, as if noticing for the first time that the two of them were alone in camp. She shifted towards him as they sat around the camp fire. "I know I can be cold sometimes," she said. "Most times. Maybe... maybe I can show you that I'm not like that all the time?"

She let her armor fall forward, giving Denni the same view of her flesh he'd seen on the rocks above. He looked up at her, noticing the sly smile on her face. Gods, he thought. She was so beautiful when she was her usual sneering self. When she smiled... she was downright gorgeous.

"Maybe I can show you..." She removed the breastplate entirely, and Denni saw her naked breasts in all their glory. "...How much I appreciate you saving my life?"