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Elias clenched his jaw and attempted to focus on her words, but the oppressive sense of dread and overpowered him. If he was unable to save Alexis, he would never forgive himself. Granted, she had saved him. But they had been against a pod of [i]Spriggans[/i]. Up until the previous day, the Grimm wasn't even certain they existed. Many Grimms chalked them up to hearsay and child's stories. Their magic was fabled to be immensely powerful, as the pair had witnessed, and they weren't any kind of specialized Wesen. The unsettling notion occurred to Elias that if it had been a Grove Mother, or some other kind of Elder Spriggan, both hunters would be decomposing under roots instead of cuddling in bed.

[i][color=royalblue]Cuddling...[/color][/i] Elias frowned, peering at Alexis out of the corner of his eye. She had grown rather physical since the forest, and it was odd. They had really only known each other for about two weeks, but they had clicked. The sense that Taric would have liked her encouraged Elias to trust her, despite his gut feeling. It was a certainly odd combination of emotions, and it had caused him to lose sleep.

[color=royalblue]"We should at least take a break from hunting,"[/color] Elias said, running his free hand through his hair. [color=royalblue]"We should practice together, get to know each other's styles, and come up with battle plans. We can't function effectively as partners unless we fight as one."[/color]