"I'm not being dramatic! You... you... squeezed me!" Her face flushed with indignation, and for a moment, she forgot the fact that she was still stuck in this strange, cold cave with him.
"I told you it was for measurements," Eyrx repeated, as if he was speaking to a particularly slow child. He slithered across the room with an almost eerie grace, his tail flicking behind him in a smooth, controlled motion. "And it worked, didn't it?"
Thalina opened her mouth to argue, but she was at a loss for words. It did work, but that wasn't the point. The point was—he squeezed her.
"I'm going to look for the right tools to sew," Eyrx said abruptly, breaking into her thoughts. "Since you're so eager to have clothes, I'll find you the best equipment." His silver eyes glinted with something unreadable, but his tone was casual, almost indifferent.
Thalina blinked. "Wait, you—"
"You can wait here," he interrupted, turning his back on her without so much as a glance. "I'll be back shortly."
