The sound of ragged breathing is all you can hear from Ajax before his expression sours with perplexion when his eyes catch yours from your hiding place behind a corner.

“Der'mo. You’re not supposed to be here, my beloved.”

He wasn’t angry— never with you, but right now wasn’t the most flattering moment to catch him in. Hunched over a crowd of dead bodies, his hands trembling with the lasting adrenaline from battle and blood spattered across his clothes and skin - He almost felt embarrassed.

“Did you get hurt? Any stragglers get you?” Ajax palms at your face after jogging over, the blood smearing against your cheeks causing him to wince apologetically.

“How did you even find me? I kept my tracks clean.”

He chews his lip when you don’t answer, your eyes still wide from shock, he guesses.

“Dorogaya. It’s okay. You know how my work with the Fatui is, no?”