Vitaliara finally settled down, curling herself into a perfect white circle on his pillow.
Her tail wrapped over her nose.
Her golden eyes blinked once… twice…
Then a long, delicate yawn escaped her.
…ahh—
Her ears twitched.
She flattened her head into the blankets and murmured one last thought, faint and sleepy:
[Don't stay up too late.]
Lucavion huffed a soft laugh. "I'm going to wash. Go sleep."
[Already am.]
And just like that, she was gone—breathing slow, steady, whiskers twitching as if still annoyed at him even in dreams.
Lucavion stood for a moment, looking at her curled form, something unreadable flickering through his expression.
Then he peeled off the last of his clothing, grabbed a towel, and stepped into the adjoining bath.
