Mel's golden eyes swept over Saira, her hand moving the sheet to cover up her naked parts.
Saria wore a simple red robe, her hair splayed across her back, sweat glistening on her forehead as she panicked inwardly at the unexpected.
Flashing a faint, mischievous grin, she glanced down at herself and sighed, her voice low and hushed. "Sister Saria... how long are you going to stare?"
She was going to tease Saria, but then remembered her and Lila's relationship wasn't quite as disclosed as she remembered.
"You two... uh... It's just three months..." Saria murmured, more to herself than to the Witch of Lust.
Mel's lips twitched as she stifled a laugh, while shock washed over Saria's face.
The Knight's cheeks didn't even flush; instead, an existential crisis overwhelmed her as she realized Mel and Lila might have already… done the deed.
As expected, it's a little awkward.
