2. Battle Crying
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"Kharjo."
"What is it?"
"Have I mentioned recently how much I love y-having you with me?"
"Not recently, no." The big Khajit warrior grinned down at Ta'aj.
"Mm. Well, aside from the fact that you are," she leaned back and looked him over admiringly, "utterly gorgeous, you're a breath of warm air next to these frozen humans."
"The warm sands of Elsweyr are a far cry from the snows of Skyrim."
"And you have a sense of humor beyond pinching the barmaid to get her to spill the mead."
"I did say I might smell our enemies coming. Or might not. Khajit is nothing if not honest."
"Dry like the sands of home." Ta'aj ran a finger down his arm, watching the fur part and spring back in place. "And when I ask you to help me carry things-"
"I will shoulder some of your burden." Kharjo spoke gently. Ta'aj purred and stretched up to rub her cheek along his jaw.
"One thing."
"Yes?"
"When you take a serious hit in battle, you tend to scream for mercy like a little girl."
"Ah. Khajiit will work on that."
"Khajiit would appreciate it."
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