Meanwhile, Georgia continued happily, completely oblivious to the tension. "And you know," she said, turning to Alina, "mixing moon petal nectar with a drop of sunlight dew can heal emotional fatigue. It works wonders for heartbreaks too!"
Alina tried to smile again. "That sounds amazing," she said softly.
Behind them, Dante finally spoke, his voice low and dry. "Healer Georgia."
She turned halfway in her seat. "Yes, Lord Dante?"
He stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Do you ever stop talking?"
Georgia grinned, clearly unbothered. "Not when I have an audience."
He tilted his head slightly. "Audience or victims?"
Alina pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. Georgia looked smug. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, my Lord. You look like someone who hasn't had a proper conversation since the Ice Age."
That earned her a sharp glance from Dante, and Alina quickly coughed to hide her laughter. "Georgia…" she said softly, though her tone was warm.
