[se] don't lose your sheen

MELITA

“I’m all right,” because she was – strong, determined, a tenacious little shit. Not much kept her down for long, even if it seemed to be intermingling with the foundations of restless boredom beginning to crawl along her spine. “You?” She had no idea what Phoebe had been doing in the midst of war, either pre or post, save for the occasional run-in.

Her eyes flickered briefly to the cat, and his directional skills, to which Melita could only shrug. Might as well – she didn’t have semblance of anything else. “Sure.” Sila sailed on ahead, on those notations of north, and the Honeybee started walking again, following after the bronze dragon’s tail as it rounded along a corner and bend in the cavern. She scooped Fangorn up in her arms, and the little gourd’s vine tendrils wagged about, content to be carried for the moment.

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun