Duke (3)

Aeliana huffed, releasing Lucavion's collar with a sharp flick of her fingers before stepping to the side.

Lucavion, still far too amused for her liking, took his sweet time sitting up, stretching his arms with a content sigh before finally rolling to his feet.

With practiced ease, he reached into his spatial storage, pulling out a small, ornate tin, a kettle, and a few other utensils.

Aeliana, arms still crossed, watched as he set everything down and began his process.

The fire crackled softly, its golden glow illuminating his movements as he brewed the tea with quiet precision.

This time—

It was different.

Not the same light, delicate brew he had made when she had been sick.

No.

This tea was stronger.

Its aroma filled the cavern immediately, rich and layered, carrying a certain depth that felt… almost foreign.

Aeliana's nose twitched slightly.