Inside Luna's private quarters
Luna's sharp eyes flickered open as a faint pulse of energy rippled through her senses. She sat up slowly, her bare skin still warm from Andrey's embrace, her tail curling behind her in a lazy, alert curve.
"Someone's entered my territory," she murmured, her voice low and controlled. "Multiple presences. They're not trying to hide."
Morgana's red eyes sharpened, her hand already reaching for her clothes. "Enemies?"
Luna rose gracefully, her doll-like face carrying a hint of amusement. "It could be. But let's not jump to conclusions. We'll get dressed first, then I'll greet our uninvited guests personally."
Andrey and Morgana nodded, quickly pulling on their clothes. Andrey's torn shirt was beyond saving, so he settled for a fresh one from his inventory, a simple black button-up that he left unbuttoned at the top. His cracked glasses were still on the side table, useless, so he left them behind.
