Isabelle knew that Tenshi would probably be cross that they'd lingered in the cold so long - especially without having called for Tenshi himself to use his magic to keep her warm - but that didn't seem to be a priority right now.
Instead, she gave a silent groan, already picturing all the lecturing and fretting her sweet and faithful guardian would be doing soon.
And...well.
Also at Tieya's terrible timing.
Octavian tugged his hand back as he straightened his posture.
He turned towards the servant, smiling politely and giving a slight bow in greeting before taking the cup from the woman's tray with an appreciative nod.
He turned towards Isabelle with an expression of gratitude written clearly upon his features, holding out the mug toward her.
