She was sitting there, gazing at her transformation on a mirror, when she heard the door open yet again. This time, it was Ylir. He looked back at her and was strangely silent. She laughed to break the awkwardness. “So, your escort, am I?” He coughed. “I didn’t expect—well, yes, to your question.” “You’re very efficient. Cook one day, riding partner the next…”
