“You frowned. What does that mean? Did he not please you?” “Oh, no. He pleased me…many times.” Silla clapped a hand over her mouth in regret. But Hekla doubled over with laughter, and it was contagious. Silla’s own laughter bubbled up, and soon the two of them were shaking. Gaze darting toward the fire, Silla found five sets of eyes looking their way.
This imagery is cracking me up 🤣
