Two hours later, a soft knock on her bedroom door pulled her attention away from the book she was trying to read. Closing her book with a snap, she placed it on the bed next to her before she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her legs. She looked up when the door opened a crack.
“I brought some hot tea,” Barrack said, waiting at the door. “May I enter?”
Delilah reached up and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Of course,” she said with a shy smile. “What have you been doing down there? It sounded like you’ve both been pretty busy.”
“Yes, we cannot read your language yet, but the book you have has many good illustrations and the process is not difficult to understand,” he commented, placing the cup of hot tea on the nightstand.
He straightened and looked at the edge o
