His mind was a hive—buzzing with possibilities, questions.
With a groan, he sat up. "Screw it."
He slipped quietly out of his room, the corridor cloaked in darkness.
To his right, the room of the Divine General—probably sharpening a blade with his mind.
Across the hall—Selene's room. He remembered that much. Or thought he did.
Kael hesitated for a moment, then shrugged.
Just checking in. Nothing weird.
He opened the door of the room quietly and stepped inside.
The moonlight barely reached through the small window, painting soft silver on the floor.
A figure lay in bed, sound asleep.
Kael approached, not thinking too deeply.
He just felt... tired.
Maybe a little selfish.
He climbed in, gently, and slipped an arm around the figure's waist.
Selene's really soft tonight, he thought drowsily.
She must've switched soaps. Smells nice, too… minty?
The figure stiffened.
But Kael, already drifting off, didn't notice.
"Mmm… warm…" he muttered, pulling her closer.
