"Temporary truce?"

"Done," Cloey responded with little to no hesitation.

Dylan rose a brow, "You can make a suit out of banana leaves?" 

I responded before Cloey could agree to the impossible, "She can't make a suit out of banana leaves and I doubt anyone can make a suit out of banana leaves."

I looked at both of them, "All of us are jumping."

"But-" Cloey started and I cut her off, "You can stay here Cloey, but I can't risk you leaving and my grandmother coming up here."

Cloey frowned, "But if I stay I'll miss everything and you'll need my badass fighting skills." I shrugged, "I guess we'll just have to cope without it if you're too scared to come with us."

She looked down there and thought to herself for a while. Cloey clenched her fists and looked at me with a determined look on her face, "I'm going with you."

I smiled, "Thank you."

Dylan sighed, "I still don't have a change of clothes."