At this time, the door hissed open, and a woman stepped in.
Brandon raised his head and a smile appeared on his lips "Sister Yve."
He gently pushed himself from Naevora's lap and sat on the bench.
Entering in, Yverine glanced at Naevora and gave a small nod "Master."
But before she could even take another step forward, Brandon reached out and gently grasped her wrist.
In one smooth pull, he brought her down onto his lap.
E-Eh? Yverine was taken aback and blurted, "Ah, wait, Brandon... Master is here."
He hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist as he nuzzled his face into her neck with a sigh "So what?"
He exhaled, and his breath brushed against her skin, making her tremble.
Yverine's cheeks flushed, and her fingers hovered awkwardly in the air for a moment before resting lightly over his forearm.
She turned her head slightly toward Naevora in embarrassment. "Master..."
