Aveline pinched the bridge of her nose.
The two of them were still exchanging blows.
Hamilton had wandered over at some point and now stood faithfully beside Theron's boots, hopping up every few seconds in a desperate attempt to be noticed. He wanted his "snack".
But alas! Theron remained completely oblivious.
Apparently defeating Aelion had become more important than acknowledging anything else.
Aveline sighed.
She walked to the mirror and calmly began brushing her hair.
Behind her...
Thud.
Shuffle.
Another fist swung through the air.
She ignored it.
"If either of you scratches my furniture..." she warned without even turning around, "...I'll personally make you regret it."
Silence.
A glance over her shoulder revealed both men immediately adjusting their footing, suddenly taking great care not to bump into the table beside them.
They continued fighting. Just... More carefully.
Aveline stared. Incredible. They were actually listening.
