"So, our bond counts as an accidental bond, yes?" Cecilia nudged Oathran, her hand still comfortably nestled in his.
Walking the bustling street beside her, Oathran smiled. With his superior transformation magic, he had concealed his injuries and even his majestic horns, allowing him to pass as a strikingly tall, if unusually pale nobleman, and for them to blend in as just another couple.
"Yes," he answered smoothly. "By all definitions, it counts as accidental."
"Hmm," Cecilia hummed, falling into deep speculation. "All I know about bonding is that you find a private place because it's a vulnerable state for both parties, then you have to match heartbeats and try to feel each other's essence."
"That is the technical process," Oathran nodded. "But the true catalyst is trust. You must trust me, and I must trust you, for the connection to truly take."
