"You're brooding at the window. That's never a good sign."
"Just thinking about what's coming."
"Try not to think too hard before we've had breakfast." She sat up, wincing slightly. "Also, I'm going to be sore for days. Last night was... intense."
"Too intense?"
"Exactly intense enough." Her smile was satisfied despite the clear discomfort. "Though I'm going to have interesting explaining to do if anyone asks about the marks."
Elara was waking now too, stretching with feline grace before apparently remembering the previous night and freezing.
"Oh," Her face flushed bright red. "That was real, right? Not some very vivid dream?"
"Very real," Seria confirmed, amused. "And very thorough. I don't think there's a surface in this room we didn't utilize at some point."
Elara face fell in her palm.
"You can be mortified later," Damien said, moving back to the bed. "Right now we need to prepare. The demons will be here by evening."
