She seemed colder to him, more distant, and while it was somewhat annoying, it was also exciting. She seemed to go out of her way to spend the least time with him she could.
He was affecting her; he could tell.
"Excellent. We communicate with hand-signals from this point forward. We move in two minutes." Damien says. His raises a hand and repeats the message by gesture. As one, several shadows melt up from the rocks around them, checking and readying gear and zip lines.
Damien pulls on his black mask and checks his weapons, while admiring Lian's form in her own gear out of the corner of his eye.
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