Aira had barely stepped through the door with Zyren following closely behind her when she began to speak. There was a slightly worried expression on her face as she watched him reach back and close the door, the soft click echoing faintly through the room.
"You're fine with them getting married?" she asked, her gaze fixed firmly on his face as if searching for his exact reaction.
She hesitated for only a moment before continuing, feeling the need to remind him of what he already knew.
"Rymora is a werewolf," she pointed out carefully, just in case. Not that she truly believed he could forget something like that.
Zyren moved closer, stopping near the bed before answering.
"Yes, I'm aware," he said calmly.
