Lith quickly washed the kitchen tools that the women had used to prepare the ingredients and put them back, giving the living room a more orderly appearance.
"There was no need, but I appreciate it." Zinya washed her face and neck, sweaty from the heat of the stoves and oven. "Gods, I wish I had a shred of magical talent. Doing everything by hand takes a long time and is exhausting."
At those words, Kamila stopped using Spirit Magic to grab bits of the delicacies spread along the rectangular table without the need to stand up and pretended to have used cutlery all along.
'Zin is already depressed because she can't get pregnant. I'd better avoid rubbing my ever-growing powers in her face.' She thought.
