The soft hum of the train persisted as the cabin lights dimmed, signaling the approach of nighttime. Irina tapped the interface on the wall, activating the cabin's transformation for its sleeping arrangement.
The room responded instantly, the dining table and chairs shifting seamlessly back into the floor. The faint glow of runes lit up the walls as the bed emerged from a concealed compartment, a luxurious king-sized mattress draped in soft, plush linens.
Astron, standing to the side, watched the transformation unfold with his usual calm. But as the bed revealed itself—its singular, unmistakably shared nature—he raised an eyebrow, his sharp gray eyes flicking toward Irina.
"You…" He began, his tone as calm as ever but carrying a hint of incredulity. "…did you really book a single bedroom?"
