The forest path was wide enough to fit them all comfortably, but the presence of nearly a dozen armed elven guards still made it feel cramped. Dappled light fell through the trees above, the sun finally peeking out now that the sky was no longer poisoned by dungeon miasma. Birds chirped softly, the scent of pine and moss carried on the wind. In any other context, it might've been a peaceful walk.
Instead, Penny was perched proudly on Greg's right shoulder, like a queen surveying her domain as she gripped his hair for stability.
Her legs kicked back and forth as she hummed to herself, clearly enjoying the elevated view.
"This is surprisingly comfy," she said. "You're like a walking couch. Just more muscular."
Greg didn't respond. His jaw was clenched, and his arms were folded across his chest as he trudged forward. The effort it took to not swat her off was visible in every step.
Rachel, walking just behind them, tapped a finger to her chin. "You know... that does look fun."
