Kael stepped inside with his usual unhurried grace, the wooden door closing behind him with a soft thunk.
Alenia was already standing straight beside her desk—hair smoothed, posture perfect, eyes insisting she was completely fine.
But Kael didn't miss things.
Especially not tiredness.
Neither the faint shade of red dusting the tips of her ears.
Of course, he didn't understand the reason behind her embarrassment, but that didn't change anything.
"…You look exhausted," he said.
Alenia stiffened. "N-No, I—I am perfectly fine, Kael. I was only—"
Her heart was still beating fast as she felt like Kael had heard or seen what she was doing using his senses.
She felt like he was merely not mentioning it right now.
Kael didn't respond.
He walked wordlessly to the sofa and sat down, leaning back into the cushions like he owned them—and the room, and the entire world.
Then he pointed at her.
"Sit."
Alenia blinked rapidly. "W-What…? A-Ah—y-yes!"
