Lennon smiles, and she swings herself up to the tightrope with a grimace. She makes her way back down, nearly falling over from exhaustion. "Thanks," she sits by him with a smile. She wipes her sweaty brow on her shoulder. "Sorry, I probably smell like dirty gym socks."
Carra nods, kisses him roughly, and she breaks the kiss with a smile, pulling on his arm.
Zenith stares at him warily, then she shakes her head a little and smiles. "Uh.., yeah. Sorry."