"Don't worry about that," Soren chuckled softly, completely untroubled by her words. "As long as you can learn it and benefit from it, that's completely fine with me. Besides, the technique is exclusively for females anyway. I couldn't use it even if I wanted to."
Ethea fell silent for a brief moment, her eyes fixed on his calm, reassuring face. A fierce, quiet determination took root deep within her chest as she made a silent vow.
'Then I will just have to develop one for you myself.'
With that silent promise echoing in her mind, a comfortable, lingering warmth finally replaced the chaotic tension in the room.
Across from her, Soren took a sip of tea, his posture fully returning to its usual steady, dependable state, completely unaware of the monumental task his wife had just set for herself.
