The group packed up quickly, gathering their belongings and making their way downstairs.
The innkeeper, a plump woman with graying hair, waved them off, wishing them safe travels.
Manni was already waiting outside with the carriage, the horses snorting impatiently, eager to move.
When Salviana and Jean climbed in, they were met with an unexpected sight.
Alaric and Lucius sat inside, each holding a piece of cotton under their noses, their expressions stoic but their posture stiff.
Jean burst into laughter. "Oh my gods—what is this?!"
Salviana's brows furrowed. "Are you two seriously—"
Alaric cleared his throat. "We came up with a solution to a certain problem."
Lucius grunted. "Her blood scent is… distracting." replying Jeans question.
Jean doubled over, clutching her stomach. "You two look ridiculous!"
Salviana stared at them in disbelief, then scoffed. "So let me get this straight. You'd rather shove scented cotton under your noses than just deal with it?"
