"Honestly, I didn't think a mere wolf ice sculpture would be sufficient to compensate you at this point anymore, Cherion."
The suffocating formality that Philia had brought into the room had vanished the second the doors clicked shut.
"Lord Cherion!" Gillian suddenly protested, throwing his hands up in absolute panic. "Are you serious right now?! You're just going to let her know? You told me not to tell anyone, and now you're breaking your own rule?!"
Cherion lazily raised a hand, dismissing the prince's frantic hand-waving with a shrug. "Relax, Prince Gillian. I know what I said. But I can't really keep up the act in front of her right now anyway. I need to transfer a little bit more healing power to her to make sure there are no lingering traces of that nasty poison."
Before Gillian could process the words, Cherion reached out and gently placed his fingers against Iryna's wrist.
