Luna slammed her bedroom door harder than necessary, startling Mayo and Matilda who were preparing her bed for the night. Her shadow wolf slid like liquid ink into her shadow to rest.
"Is everything alright, my lady?" Matilda asked, noting the subtle blush coloring Luna's cheeks.
"Of course it is," Luna strode to her vanity, deliberately avoiding to see her face in the mirror. "I'm just thinking about tomorrow's strategy. We need to make sure we crush Klein once and for all."
Mayo exchanged a knowing look with Matilda while folding the sheets, their practiced movements betraying years of service even at their young age.
"Oh, is that all it is?" Mayo smiled mischievously. "Nothing to do with a certain boy with an adorable face who…"
"Mayo!" Luna spun around, her blush deepening. "I've told you it's not... it's not like that. If I find baby faces cute, it's... it's purely an aesthetic appreciation."