In the Standstill of a

“Promise me you’ll try your best to stay away from the fight,” he says quietly, his hand enveloping hers to keep it on his cheek. Shuri swallows, her jaw tightening. He knows that she wants to tell him that she can take care of herself; that she’s strong enough to fight. The resounding battlecries of the troops outside carry into the silence of the chamber and Shuri sighs, shoulders visibly drooping, at just how much is on the line.“Okay,” she says, eyes unwaveringly fixed on his and her thumb swiping over his cheek. “I promise I won’t be voluntarily kicking any alien ass.”