Zhane took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before letting out a resigned sigh. "Please help her wash up so she can rest properly in bed."
Then, as if a sudden thought struck him, he added, "Actually, let me do it. With your level of self-restraint, I'd rather not risk you taking advantage of the situation."
Both Luke and Rafael felt a lump in their throats at Zhane's accusation. It wasn't that they lacked self-restraint—they had plenty.
But with their stamina, they tended to lose track of time, and in their eagerness, they had overlooked how exhausted Hera had been these past few days.
Now that Zhane pointed it out, guilt settled over them, and they fell into self-reproach.
Zhane didn't wait for their response and carefully took Hera from Luke's arms.
Meanwhile, Luke and Rafael returned to the study to clean up, ensuring that Amy wouldn't notice anything unusual when she came in to tidy up the room the next day.