Should Be a Piece of Cake

Hearing what Drystan just said, Ercilia abruptly came to a still.

It reminded her of that dream she had of him that one night. Though it could only be a coincidence that he decided to call her that, for whatever reason, it still took her by surprise. 

"Oh, how gracious of you," Ercilia responded, choosing to push the thought aside. 

Finally, she slips out of the bed, not missing the way his eyes trail her body as she walks to the bathroom. She doesn't feel the need to close the door. There isn't really any point to this type of privacy anymore, considering how much of her he already saw.

Ercilia doesn't have much else to hide from Drystan.