I barely had time to catch my breath before the sound of clapping reached my ears. Turning toward the sidelines, I saw Lise and Zaya strolling up, their faces alight with amusement. Zaya's slow clap was exaggerated, her smirk wide and mischievous.
"Well, well, well," she said, crossing her arms as she stopped a few feet away from me. "If it isn't our resident dragon slayer. Eileen, the great blue flame of triumph!"
"Careful," I said, my voice hoarse from exhaustion. "You're dangerously close to getting roasted too."
Lise stifled a laugh behind her hand, her green eyes sparkling. "You're lucky, Zaya. I think Eileen might actually have the firepower to back that up now."
"Hey, hey!" Zaya raised her hands in mock surrender. "I'm just here to celebrate the glorious victory." Her gaze shifted to the unconscious form of Micah sprawled nearby. "Though, uh, I'm not sure your partner is quite as enthusiastic."