A/N: I haven't said it yet, but just in case, there will be spoilers from Odyssey in the next chapters, so if you're not too far ahead, read at your own risks. Like Wikia warns you when you read a recent article, "He who increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow."
Although, I'm still trying to figure out Kassandra. She is a grey character, she can help kids and some people out of the goodness of her heart and then, a few minutes later, she's going to assassinate a stranger just because a dude offered her some money. Sure, Lara can slaughter soldiers too, but they are all "bad guys", trying to kill her so her karma is a lot more positive on this one.
The way people speak in the game is also particular, there is a mix between recent English and insults, proper English and some Greek. On top of that, some dialogues are made to fit "every type of gameplay" so even if I play a "nice" version of this cute mercenary, there are differences. Anyway, I struggle to find the right words, especially when I have to add Idioms from our time with Sam and Lara so sorry in advance if it's not always on point.
Ps: I'm sick and I don't have a beta, so sorry for the mistakes.
Sam shook her head to focus back on the present, clearly aware of the tension surrounding her.
"What were those powers?" Kassandra questioned, on edge.
"Not mine, long story…" Sam felt her strength coming back and straightened up. "Shit, I can't believe Himiko is following me to ancient Greece…" She took a deep breath, turning her attention to the two women still threatening each other. "Okay, I need you two to stop this cockfight, it won't help anything."
Lara kept her stance, glaring at Kassandra. "She could hurt you, so I won't lower my weapon until she does."
"I could fight you without any," Kassandra answered mightily.
"Then try!" The archaeologist said without missing a beat.
"Oh my God," The filmmaker groaned. "Stop it, you both need to take the aggressiveness down a notch and talk like civilized people." She stared them down. "Kassandra, your magic spear, because apparently, that's a thing now, showed you that we weren't lying, so please, can we go somewhere safe and figure this out?"
"It is not magic," The mercenary corrected her. "It was crafted by the people from before and it has some special faculties…"
"Okay," The producer dragged the word, frowning in confusion. "See, that's why we need to talk."
Kassandra stared at Sam who was smiling at her. "Alright." She rolled her eyes as she unsheathed her spear. "I know a place." She started walking east without even looking behind her to make sure the women were following.
Sam sighed, relieved about the outcome of their first encounter with the mercenary. "Great," She turned toward Lara. "More sugar, remember?" She touched her wife's arm gently to force Lara to relax. "We need her, sweetie, we're all gonna have to make an effort."
"Fine, but I won't trust her yet." Lara spun the dagger in her hand and offered it to Sam. "Keep it close."
"I read your notes about her," Sam stated. "We know that beneath all that muscle is a soft heart. Trust goes both ways, we'll have to do it step by step."
"She could have hurt you. So this time, let me be the one to ask, how can you be so calm?" The Englishwoman glanced at her wife's throat to make sure there wasn't any cut.
"I'm still half high on the flashbacks of my life and a lot of them were not pleasant but," The filmmaker admitted. "I can be levelheaded and wise sometimes, one of us has to."
Lara snorted. "Should I remind you the fight with Katherine?"
Sam shrugged. "I never said it always has to be me."
Lara chuckled. "Okay, let's follow her before she starts yelling at us."
The producer nodded. "Good idea."
The three women walked for almost fifteen minutes as Sam tried to answer Kassandra's questions about the flashbacks. Lara was walking a few steps behind, making a mental map of the path they were taking in case they had to leave in a hurry, especially now that the sun was setting.
"So to conclude." Sam finished her ramblings. "I'm not proud of this part of my heritage, but I can't change it so I just try to do some good in my life."
"You are very a talkative woman." Kassandra said, amused.
"Yes." The producer laughed. "But you asked."
"True." The mercenary smiled at her. "For what it's worth, I can understand the weight of a legacy you didn't ask for." She stopped walking and turned to look at Lara. "We're here." She waved toward the entrance of a cave.
Lara raised an eyebrow. "You live in a cave?"
"It's where I stay when I am in Kirrha." Kassandra shrugged before stepping into the cave. She grabbed a lit torch and walked further inside, leading the way. "There is a gap, you have to be careful." She warned as they reached the end of the path. She jumped, throwing the torch into the campfire, before moving to help Sam. She opened her arms and caught the woman as she leaped, setting her down on the ground.
Sam smiled. "Thank you."
"Now that we are here, let me introduce myself properly and in a less hostile way. I'm Kassandra." The mercenary smiled charmingly.
"And I am enchanted." The filmmaker finally stepped away from the woman.
"Enchanted, is that your name?"
Sam giggled. "No, it's Sam."
"Well Sam, you are a sight for sore eyes," The misthios complimented. "I've never seen a beauty like yours before."
"Oh and she's smooth..." The producer's smile grew wider.
Lara cleared her throat, forcing Kassandra to turn her attention to her. The archaeologist was looking at them from her perched position. Kassandra offered her hand to help but Lara ignored it, jumping to join them on her own.
Sam looked at her wife. "Oh, and this is Lara, my..."
"Sýzygos." Lara finished for her in Greek, resting her hand on the small of Sam's back. If Kassandra had sex with a woman and could openly flirt with Sam, she didn't see any problem with saying it.
"Her wife?" Kassandra tilted her head. "Well, you are a lucky woman."
The Englishwoman looked at her straight in the eyes. "I know."
"She's not always so serious, you know," Sam told the mercenary. "She's great. You two just need to get to know each other. Something's telling me you are quite similar."
The mercenary studied Lara and noticed the bruise on her neck. "I apologize for what happened. With the life I live, it's hard to know who is trustworthy and who isn't, especially lately... I'm sure you know that, if what I saw in those visions is true." She offered her hand for Lara to shake.
The archaeologist recognized the gesture as a symbol of peace, like it was in the 5th century and sighed. "I guess I can understand where you come from." She shook the woman's hand before joining Sam who was looking around the place.
"Thank you." Kassandra nodded. "Please sit, it's not much but you'll be safe here." She grabbed a small amphora and showed it to her guests. "Do you want some wine?"
Sam took a seat on a log of wood before raising a suspicious eyebrow at the jar. "How bad is it?"
The mercenary took a bowl, blowing air on it to clean the dust. "It depends."
"Of what?" The producer had tasted some pretty awful drinks when she was young but thankfully, they had a great collection in the manor wine cellar now.
"What wine taste like where you come from." Kassandra smiled, pouring some of the wine into the bowl.
"It also depends." Sam chuckled.
"Then I guess you'll have to try it." The misthios offered the bowl to Sam.
The filmmaker sniffed the beverage before taking a sip. "It's awful!" She gulped it down with difficulty.
"I'm sure it's not that bad." Lara looked at her wife, amused, accepting the bowl Sam was handing her. She took a small sip. "Oh, God…" She coughed.
"Ah," Sam laughed. "What do you say now, miss I can drink vodka straight from the bottle?"
Kassandra watched them, clearly entertained by the scene. "I tasted far worse."
"Yeurk." Sam made a face. "I don't even want to know."
After a moment of silence, Lara asked. "If you don't live here, what are you doing in Kirrha? And where do you stay when you're not in this city?"
"I had some errands to run." Kassandra answered, finally taking a seat. "I stay at different places, depending on which city I am and the rest of the time, I stay on my friend's ship."
"Do you have any, hum," The filmmaker tried to find the right word to describe the woman's job. "Contracts at the moment?"
"Not really, at least nothing important. I'm looking for…" The misthios stopped herself, as if she wasn't sure if she should share the information. "Nevermind…"
"You saw our pasts," The archaeologist reminded her. "More than we would be comfortable sharing with someone we just met, so I think you can tell us."
"I am looking for my mother." Kassandra sighed. "You mentioned her before, what do you know?"
"She was the daughter of King Leonidas," Lara paused, trying to remember her notes. "She was married to Nikolaos, who was called the wolf. She had two children, Alexios and you."
"Do you know the prophecy that ruined my childhood?" The mercenary continued her inquiry.
The Englishwoman looked at the woman. She could sense it was a touchy subject so she tried to choose her words carefully. "They mentioned it in the manuscript, yes…"
"Did it say my stepfather let a priest throw my brother off a cliff then proceeded to do the same with me?" Kassandra said, her eyes and her voice full of bitterness.
"It's awful." Sam felt sorry for the woman.
"Wait," Lara frowned. "Nikolaos is your stepfather?"
The mercenary seemed deep in thought when she replied. "So it seems."
"Who is your father then?" The producer inquired.
"I don't know," Kassandra turned toward Lara. "Did your manuscript say anything about that?"
"No, I'm sorry. It…" Lara didn't know what to say. The manuscript Katherine had found was in poor shape and there were a lot of missing parts. "Not all the pages were intact, a few pages were missing."
"I understand." The misthios nodded absentmindedly. "You said you were here to help me in a quest, something about an artifact?"
"Yes," The Englishwoman confirmed. "We need to find information on an artifact so the people who sent us here…"
"Who are bad, by the way." Sam specified, thinking it was an important thing to add.
"Yes, so these people can go find it in our present." Lara finished.
Kassandra grabbed the bowl and drank a bit of wine. "And you don't know what it is?"
The archaeologist shook her head. "No."
"It's not much…" The mercenary sighed, drinking once more. "But from what I've gathered, you need it to go back to your century."
Sam glanced at her wife, aware that they didn't have much to start with. "Yes, we think so."
"You think?" Kassandra raised a questioning eyebrow.
"We're still not sure about the whole thing," Lara admitted. "As I said, we didn't really… volunteer for it but we know it has something to do with you."
The misthios suddenly realized the full extent of the situation. "Are you planning to stay with me until you find it?"
"Pretty much." The filmmaker replied, almost apologetic.
"I can't bring you everywhere with me," Kassandra stated. "I have my own things to do." She sighed, going over her options. "I will try to help you as much as I can."
"So you believe us?" Lara looked at the mercenary, expecting a straight answer.
"I don't know what to think about all this." The mercenary said honestly. "But I believe you are being truthful." She paused for a moment. "I do have questions about the things I saw. What are those loud weapons? And how do those carriages move without horses?"
"Oh boy," Sam chuckled. "It's gonna be a long night if we go there. Quid pro quo, we ask you something, you answer and then you can ask us something in return." She seemed to remember an important point. "Is it okay to tell her about the future? Can it change anything for her?" She asked Lara.
Lara took a moment to think. "I don't think so. The 21st century can't impact her life."
The producer smiled, focusing back on Kassandra. "Let's start then."
As they kept asking questions, Lara noticed the cracks in the mercenary's mask and realized Sam might be right, Kassandra seemed to be a good person.
The next morning, Kassandra decided to bring Lara and Sam to her ship. On their way to the dock, the mercenary stopped to show them around. As they reached the village, the woman asked. "Last night, you said you didn't know why you… Hum, what word did you use? Woke up, in Kirrha?"
"Yes," Lara confirmed, tearing her eyes away from the blacksmith. "But we think it's because of Katherine."
Kassandra nodded to herself. "Katherine, who is my…"
"Your descendent." Sam finished for her, quickening her pace to walk next to the mercenary.
"Is there anything around here, temples, tombs, that could be explored for artifacts?" Lara inquired, trailing a bit behind Sam and Kassandra.
"Not here in Kirrha, but there is the tomb of the first Pythia," The misthios informed them. "For the temples, there are a lot around here, the Temple of Apollo, the temple of Artemis…"
The archaeologist's eyebrows raised in surprise. "The temple of Artemis? I think it could be another reason why we woke up here."
"Lara was part of an archery club called the Sisters of Artemis, that's how she met Katherine." The filmmaker explained, seeing Lara wasn't keen on elaborating.
"Interesting…" Kassandra hummed. "Maybe we should pay the daughters of Artemis a visit then."
"Can they be trusted?" The Englishwoman questioned, still walking a few steps behind.
"I wouldn't say that. They are great warriors but they are hiding things…" The mercenary trailed off. "I still had a great time with their leader, Daphnae." She had a proud smile on her face.
"Oh," Sam laughed in delight at the information. "Ms. Makris must be rolling over in her connected chair, score!" She raised her hand for a high five but quickly realized by the confused look on Kassandra's face that the woman had no idea what it meant. "When someone does that, it means, 'good job', and you're supposed to clap their hand."
"Oh, okay," Kassandra lifted her hand and clapped it in the air with Sam's. "Like that?"
"Yes!" The producer exclaimed happily, proud to have taught something to her new friend.
The Spartan woman shook her head, amused. "People from your time have weird customs."
"You'll get used to it." Sam patted Kassandra's arm. "We can all learn from each other."
"Aren't you cute…" Kassandra chuckled. She stopped walking when she noticed Ikaros, flying low. "Look who's here?" She whistled.
Lara finally joined her wife and whispered in her ear. "I can't believe you can't stand Katherine but fawn over Kassandra."
"I'm not," Sam frowned, displeased by the comment. "I just want to be her friend. You should try too, miss cranky pants!"
The mercenary turned around as the eagle land on her arm. "Let me introduce you to my friend, Ikaros."
"You have an eagle?" The archaeologist gasped.
"Yes." Kassandra caressed his feathers.
"As a pet?" The filmmaker beamed. "That's so cool! Can I touch him?"
The eagle made a low squeaky chirp, as if to express his disapproval. The misthios patted his head gently. "Maybe another time, when we'll know each other better."
"He's on the defensive, like his mommy," Sam cooed. "I get it. I'm sure I can win him over."
"Sam, it's not a cat." Lara reminded her, not wanting the bird to hurt her wife.
Kassandra raised her arm for Ikaros to fly away. "We are almost at the dock now, come on."
They finally reached the ship. When Barnabas saw his friend approach, he smiled. "Commander, you are back, and you brought company, I see."
"Barnabas." Kassandra smiled back. "Yes, they are… friends? From…"
"Far far away." Lara offered, knowing they couldn't really tell the truth about their situation.
"I'm Sam." The filmmaker waved at him. "And this is Lara."
"Welcome on board of the Adestria." The captain greeted them. "Every friend of Kassandra is a friend of mine."
"Is this your ship?" The archaeologist asked, curious, as she looked at the crew.
"Yes," Barnabas confirmed proudly. "But after the mighty misthios saved my life, I offered my services to her."
The mercenary shook her head. "Don't get him started or he will count you the whole story."
"You love my stories, Kassandra." The man chuckled. "Are we leaving Phokis?"
"Not yet, we have a few things to do here first." Kassandra answered him. "Could you find them some horses?"
Barnabas nodded. "I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, you can introduce them to the crew." He smiled at the women before jumping off the ship and walking toward the market.
Barnabas came back a while later with a horse. "I'm sorry, I could only find one."
"It's okay, they'll ride together." Kassandra replied before turning to Sam and Lara. "I hope you don't mind."
"It won't be a problem." Lara assured her.
"Let's pay the daughters of Artemis a visit, shall we." The mercenary hopped off the ship, offering her hand to help Sam.
"Thank you." The producer smiled at her, accepting the help. "You know, we don't have money, it's gonna be hard to repay you for the horse."
"Don't worry." Kassandra waved it off. "See it as a welcome gift." She walked toward Phobos, petting his head before mounting him.
"I didn't know mercenaries were so generous, especially when they have a reputation of being drachmae driven." Lara declared drily, mounting her own horse then lifting Sam so she could settle behind her.
"I can be." The misthios stated, looking at Lara as she added. "Maybe you should try to know me before emitting a judgment."
"Okay." Sam could feel the tension rising. "We should get going, I don't want to ride at night." She squeezed Lara, trying to force her to relax as they followed the mercenary down a dirt path.
Once they were close enough, the women left their horses on the side of the path and hiked the rest of the road.
As Lara reached the temple, she looked at it with rapt attention. The building was made of wood, there were a shield above the door and a sculptured frieze of different animals. She carefully stepped inside, followed by Sam. The wooden floor was in pieces and there was vegetation everywhere, even the statue of Artemis had mold on it.
"This place has seen better days…" Sam stated, looking around.
"Maybe they don't have the money to maintain the temple."
"I was surprised too, at first," Kassandra finally joined them inside. "But this is Phokis, people aren't so wealthy."
"Did you visit other temples of Artemis around Greece?" The archaeologist questioned.
"I did. There is one in Mikonos, it's a lot nicer."
"Do you travel a lot?" The filmmaker turned around to look at the mercenary.
"Now that I met Barnabas and his ship, I do. I…" The mercenary stopped talking when she noticed a figure in the temple.
"Beast slayer, you are back," Daphnae greeted her, the smile on her face dropping as soon as she saw Lara and Sam. "You brought company…"
"Yes, this is Sam and this is Lara, they are… my friends…" The last part of Kassandra's sentence sounded more like a question.
"They shouldn't be here," The leader of the daughters of Artemis eyed them up warily. "This is not a place for foreigners…"
"How do you know we are not from here?" Lara arched a questioning eyebrow.
Dahpnae ignored the question and focused on Kassandra. "You should come back when you are alone."
"It is a temple, is it not?" Kassandra asked rhetorically. "Shouldn't anyone who seeks the guidance of Artemis be free to visit this place, stranger or not?"
The huntress paused before answering. "I guess you are right…"
"Kassandra told us you were the leader of the daughters of Artemis, how long have you been in this position?" The Englishwoman inquired, hoping that this time, the woman would acknowledge her question.
"A while now…" Daphnae replied vaguely. "But it looks like things could change soon."
"Are you leaving?" The mercenary frowned.
"Maybe." The leader tilted her head, her eyes full of mystery. "I just wanted to tell you, once you'll finish your last trial, bring me the pelt in Chios."
Kassandra crossed her arms. "Why?"
"As I told you once, things could have been different between us but the Gods have other plans..." Daphnae squeezed the mercenary's arm with a sad smile. "I have to go now."
"Wait. I have questions. You can't leave yet." Lara wanted more information than that. "How many of you are there? How do you operate as a group? How do you choose your leader?"
"My apologies, stranger, I can not answer your questions right now, but you can stay here for a little while. May Artemis guide you down the right path." Daphnae bowed in goodbye before retreating into the forest.
"Well, that went well…" Sam muttered once it was just the three of them.
"She barely paid attention to us." Lara said, disappointed.
"I tried to warn you," Kassandra reminded her. "She is mistrustful."
"It didn't stop you from sharing her bed." The archaeologist saw Kassandra shrug in answer and sighed. "Is there anything you can tell us about them?"
"They are a small faction of women who worship Artemis and protect the land, often using tamed animals to help them in that task. They stay in little groups, setting camps in the forest to stay close to nature." The misthios answered, aware it wasn't much. "I can try to question here next time, but I can't promise you she'll answer."
Lara looked around the temple, downcast. "Thanks."
"Whatever we are looking for, I don't think it's here." Sam caressed her wife's arm to comfort her.
Kassandra exited the temple and raised her eyes to the sky. "The sun is setting. We should find shelter for the night."
The women found an abandoned camp with a couple of tents, a few miles away from the temple and decided to settle there for the night. As Lara and Kassandra made sure there weren't any bandits or mercenaries around, Sam tried to tidy up the place, setting one of the tents back up.
Kassandra came back first from her inspection of the perimeter and watched Sam in silence until she was done. "You are good at this."
Sam glanced at her over her shoulder and smiled. "Thanks, but I can't take all the credits, Lara taught me well."
"Still, you did a good job." The mercenary insisted, just as Lara joined them.
Lara rolled her eyes at the comment but didn't say anything more. "I should go hunt our dinner."
"Maybe I should go," Kassandra offered. "The daughters of Artemis are all around here, if they think you are a threat, they could attack you."
"I can take care of myself." The Englishwoman stated coldly.
Feeling the animosity, the mercenary crossed her arms defensively. "I was just offering my help so you could rest."
"Why don't you both go?" Sam suggested, sitting on an old diphros in front of the unlit campfire.
"What about you?" The mercenary inquired.
"I'll just stay here and rest my legs. Go get us food." The filmmaker smiled cheekily.
"Do you think you can ask me to go fetch things for you?" Kassandra raised an eyebrow. "I am not your slave and my services are quite expensive."
The producer, not taking offense in the woman's words, giggled. "Ohhh, I have so many images popping into my head right now."
"Sam!" Lara heard Kassandra chuckle and glared at her and her wife. "You two are unbelievable."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, just relax, sweetie."
"I'm just gonna go find us something to eat." Lara grabbed her bow, wordlessly walking away from the camp.
Sam looked at Kassandra with puppy eyes. She nodded in direction of Lara before mouthing 'please'. Kassandra quickly realized that the woman wanted her to accompany her wife and rolled her eyes. "Fine." As she followed behind Lara, she mumbled to herself. "I should learn to say no to pretty women," She scoffed. "Who am I kidding…" Once she was close enough, the mercenary called. "Lara, wait!"
"It's okay, I can do it." The archaeologist replied without looking behind.
"But…"
"Please!" Lara turned around this time. "I just need some time alone. Why don't you keep an eye on Sam instead?"
Kassandra gave her a calculated look before nodding. "As you wish." Before making her way back to the camp, she decided to find a torch from another camp to light the campfire.
When Sam saw Kassandra return alone barely twenty minutes after she left, she frowned. "What happened?"
"She wishes to be alone." The mercenary said, tossing her torch into the fire.
The filmmaker groaned. "She's stubborn as a mule."
"I was just trying to be helpful." Kassandra grabbed the other diphros that was knocked down on the side and put it next to Sam, sitting on it with a tired sigh.
"I know, thank you for that." The producer patted Kassandra's hand and sighed. "She doesn't like to feel useless. I guess, not knowing why we are here for exactly is hard for her. She just needs some time to chill, a walk in the forest will do her good."
"How long have you been married?"
"6 months." Sam smiled at the memory of their wedding. "But we are best friends since we were eighteen."
"You make a cute couple." Kassandra said genuinely.
"I know and Lara is a great wife."
The mercenary poked the fire with a stick of wood. "Do you travel often?"
"Yeah, Lara studies old civilizations and tries to uncover artifacts from different periods so, it's part of the job." The filmmaker shrugged.
"And you follow her to count her adventures."
The producer chuckled. "Well, I can't really explain to you what TV is or even Internet so, let's say it's one way to put it."
They heard light footsteps and looked up, seeing Lara with a small goat on her shoulder. Kassandra stood up and took it from her, setting it on the ground. She turned to Sam. "Do you want to skin the goat?"
"Ew, no! Besides, I'm a terrible cook!" Sam stood up. "I saw a river though, I'll get us some fresh water while you two take care of it."
Lara smiled at her. "Good idea, love." Sam smiled back at her wife before walking away with an empty amphora in hand.
Kassandra looked at Lara. "Do you wish to prepare it?"
The Englishwoman shook her head. "The honor is yours."
"Not a good cook either?" The mercenary asked, amused.
"It depends but I'm more intrigued with how you're going to extract the meat with your spear." Lara admitted.
"I don't do it often but you are welcome to watch." Kassandra grabbed her spear and started cutting the goat open.
After dinner, Lara settled on an old rug and listened to Sam and Kassandra talk while scribbling notes with difficulties on an old piece of parchment she had stolen.
"How old were you when you got separated from your mom?" Sam questioned the mercenary.
"Around 10."
"Do you remember her well?"
Kassandra hesitated, still not fully comfortable with sharing her life with the women, even if they had given her no reason to be leery.
The filmmaker noticed the hesitation. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I can tell you about my family if you'd prefer. I didn't have the best relationship with my parents while growing up. They were too busy with their work. I felt alone, at least until I met that one." She pointed at her wife. "Boom, love at first sight."
Lara lifted her eyes from her parchment as she felt people staring at her. "Don't be silly." She tried not to get flustered by her wife's word, despite the warm feeling in her chest.
"She's too shy to admit it but I know." The producer tapped the side her head with a knowing smile. "Anyway, later on, when we started dating, my parents practically disowned me."
"No good parents would abandon their child." The misthios stated.
"Well, they are not parents of the year." Sam declared with a bittersweet taste in her mouth. "But they were at our wedding. It seems like they're trying to make amends." She cleared her throat, as if trying to shake away the sad memory of her family. "What I'm trying to say is, don't give up, if your mother is out there, you'll find her."
"She is alive, she just doesn't know her two children are too…" Kassandra stayed silent for a while. "Her name is Myrrine. I've always seen her as a great warrior, someone who commands respect but who could still be loving. Every time I have a new clue on her possible location, I can't help but think, despite everything that the Gods had put her through, she is still alive and still fighting for what she thinks is right…" Her eyes went wide as she realized what she had just said. "I don't know why I'm telling you all that…"
"Because Sam is easy to talk to." Lara declared, a small smile on her face.
"She is." The misthios agreed, smiling at Sam.
"I know, I'm amazing." Sam joked, trying to lighten the mood after the loaded confession. "What are they waiting for to build me a statue?"
Lara and Kassandra laughed. "You know." The mercenary said, glad for the change of subject. "Someone sculpted a little statue of me once after I helped them."
"No way, did you keep it?" The filmmaker asked excitedly.
"No."
Lara went back to her parchment but after a while, she ended up falling asleep to the sweet voice of Sam counting stories. Later, when she woke up in the middle of the night, Sam was cuddling her, her back against her front. She smiled to herself, gently kissing her wife's cheek. She looked around and saw Kassandra tear her eyes away from the fire to glance at her. "Sorry, I was tired." She whispered.
"It's okay." Kassandra reassured.
The archaeologist rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Do you want me to keep watch?"
"No, you can go back to sleep."
Lara nodded, standing up before gathering Sam in her arms so they could sleep more comfortably inside the tent.