Ares slipped back into the chamber, the soft click of the door latching a reassuring sound.
"Ares?" Eleanor's eyes fluttered open, her gaze sleepy and disoriented.
"Little bird!" Ares' heart swelled with relief, the tension in his shoulders easing as he approached her. He set the tray on the bedside table, the steaming milk a comforting presence.
"You're awake," he climbed onto the bed, gathering Eleanor into his arms. She nestled into his chest, her lips curving into a soft smile.
"Where are we?" Her voice was raspy, her words barely above a whisper.
Ares' fingers twirled a strand of her hair, his breath whispering against her ear. "We're in my aunt's mansion, in the heart of the imperial city."
"Huh?! What did you just say?" Eleanor's eyes widened.
A faint vibration hummed through his chest, a low laughter building in his throat as he struggled to contain his amusement by her confusion.