And Renard continued speaking, still unaware. The barrier held, warping every visible detail so that the huddled angle of their bodies registered as nothing unusual:
"But you need to understand what duty means, what obligation requires of you. You accepted a duty, a diplomatic one that concerned various powerful kingdoms, but here you are breaking your promis— wait, what are you doing?"
Renard paused, eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the odd, closely pressed angle of Benjamin and Sara's bodies in the thick steam.
They were both blushing furiously, the deep flush spreading from their cheeks down their necks and across the upper slopes of their chests.
Their bodies remained pressed tightly together in a way that suggested far more than casual proximity. Their breathing came uneven and shallow, each inhale short and controlled, each exhale trembling with the effort of restraint.
