The laughter outside faded into a gentle hum as Kael pushed himself up from his chair.
"I should go visit Alenia," he muttered as a lazy stretch rolled through his shoulders, his shadow flickering faintly behind him as if they wanted to stretch with him.
Lyra raised a brow immediately.
"If someone looked at you right now," she said, lips twitching, "they'd think you were about to sprint to Alenia's place. But in reality"—she pointed accusingly—"you're just going to snap your fingers and appear at her door again, aren't you?"
Evethra blinked. Selene smiled softly.
Kael, on the other hand, glanced at Lyra for a heartbeat… then gave a slow, guilty-looking shrug.
"Now that you've said it like that," he mused, "I suppose I should walk a little."
A smirk followed. "I'll teleport some distance away first."
Lyra groaned.
Selene shook her head.
Evethra hid a laugh behind her hand.
Kael only chuckled—smooth, easy, and unapologetic.
