Evangeline leaned her head against Damon's shoulder. The motion was slow, almost hesitant, as if she were testing whether she was allowed to be this close. A quiet thought crossed her mind whether she should have just said yes, even if he'd only been joking.
She bit her lip, her gaze drifting downward to the hand she was holding. Her fingers tightened slightly, then loosened again. She hesitated.
But she didn't really have a choice.
She knew how her friend Sylvia felt about Damon. The elf girl might look harmless on the surface, all smiles and softness, but Evangeline knew better. Sylvia was sharp, possessive in quiet ways, and deeply invested.
Still… right now, with just the two of them like this, Evangeline didn't quite mind.
"Hey…" she finally spoke, her voice low.
"Hmmm?" Damon answered, eyes still closed, feeling the city slowly drain his mana like a parasite gnawing at his reserves.
"Do you think we'll ever go back home?"
