"If there is nothing further, I shall ensure the corridor remains undisturbed."
Mikhailis gave a small, respectful nod but couldn't resist a wink. "Ever our guardian angel."
Lira's cheeks deepened a shade. She bowed, ponytail shining like jet, then retreated in measured steps until the doors sighed shut.
A breath of silence, then Elowen laughed softly. "You tease her too much."
"She teases back—in her own silent way." He lifted the cup, sipping. "Mm, perfect."
They soaked until fingertips pruned, sipping tea and sharing quiet murmurs. When the water cooled, Rodion activated a gentle drying spell—warm currents spiraled around them, lifting droplets from skin like invisible silk towels. Fresh robes awaited: hers a pale jade with silver embroidery, his a loose dove-gray tunic.
