Silvy pouted the entire way back to the guest quarters, arms crossed and lower lip sticking out like a sulking child.
Kyle glanced at her with amusement, carrying her gently through the winding halls of the elven village.
"You're going to regret all of this in the morning."
Kyle said, his voice laced with dry humor.
"I will not. I was very clear."
Silvy muttered, snuggling deeper into his chest.
"Clearer than I ever expected."
He replied with a low chuckle.
Silvy gave no answer after that, her eyes fluttering closed.
Exhaustion was setting in fast, and despite her brave declarations, her body had already surrendered to sleep by the time Kyle reached the room.
He laid her down carefully on the bed and covered her with a blanket, watching her sleep for a moment before letting out a long sigh.
"Bold as always. Even when drunk out of your mind."
He murmured.
The next morning, a bleary-eyed Silvy sat up in bed and groaned as she held her pounding head.
