Aerion
As we walked to my room, Arya was quiet, her arms folded across her chest as if she were trying to protect herself. I didn’t mind the silence, it gave me time to think, too. Drakos, however, was less patient.
"She’s nervous," he said, his voice low and amused in my head. "Don’t mess this up by rushing her."
I know, I replied silently. Relax. I’ve got this.
When we entered my room, I handed her a toothbrush I had grabbed from the spare bathroom earlier. “Here,” I said, holding it out to her. “Figured you might need this.”
She took it, looking at me with a small, hesitant smile. “Thanks.”
“There’s toothpaste in the bathroom,” I added, trying to keep things casual. “Ladies first.”
She nodded and slipped into the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water and the soft brushing
