With all that said and done, Cora tossed her night dress over her head, packing her hair up into a bun. Dritan stood in a corner watching her movements, though he had returned back to his calm nature, he still felt like kicking Lukas ass.
"What are you going to do about him?." Dritan asked, as he attempted to touch the swords that she hung on the wall.
"You sure you don't want to make a big boy decision on my behalf?." She teased, slipping into her night shoes. Dritan's controlling nature had started to take a toll on her, if one thing, she feared him changing the most.
{Like I'd ever tell him that.} A cocky glint flashed before her eyes, she felt at ease knowing he was back on her side.
"If he didn't lose his memory, then we have a problem on our hands." He said, drawing out the countless possibilities lined up for them.
