' Oh. It's already dry... '
Speaking only in her inner thought as her eyes silently glanced at Ashlen who was casting a spell to dry her clothes, Finea touched her clothes which had dried when Ashlen then turned his hands to dried his clothes as well after he had done with her.
" Thank you, sir. "
" It's fine..."
' Ashlen Light. '
" .... "
Smiling at Finea as he adjusted slightly the position of the black cloak he had worn on Finea a moment ago, Ashlen then abruptly stopped his movements when a telepathic voice got into his head. Silent before Ashlen then smiles at Finea again when Finea has looked at him with wonder on her face, Ashlen then bends his head a little before Finea.
" You should go back now, Miss Flora. It's inappropriate if someone were to see me with you in this dark. If there is a chance, I will come to see you again."
" Sir Light, I-..!? "
" Ah... "
