Sylwen blinked, no doubt thinking of the logistics of things, but she broke into a soft smile that was designed to mesmerize all living things, and his amber eyes stayed on her for a moment before pulling away.
Neither spoke for a while after that, but the night was comforting.
The next several minutes were just soothing silence, with two people lost in their own thoughts while physically enjoying the proximity of another person.
"What do you think of my inn so far?" he asked after a while, taking another bite of a crisp. "Please be brutally honest."
"This place is very good," she said. "The regenerative ability of the place is something unique, and the food is extraordinary," she said. "You have something very good."
"I inherited it," he said vaguely. "But I do feel blessed."
"There must be magic circles around, though oddly I cannot see them." She could sense them to some degree, but that's about it.
