As Althea's soft hands caressed Lyan's shoulders, the tension in his body began to melt away. Her touch was soothing, her presence a balm to his soul. They had shared more intimate sessions, one that brought them closer together. Althea's loyalty and affection had become fiercer. As they lay together in the afterglow, Lyan felt a strange, tingling sensation in his chest.
Suddenly, a low whisper echoed in his ears, unmistakably from the grimoire. It's the usual prompt
Lyan's eyes widened, and he sat up, looking at Althea. She was glowing faintly, a soft light emanating from her body. The air shimmered around them, and the summoning grimoire appeared in his hands.
