As Vyan gave her a look that screamed confusion, like she had just sprouted three heads, Iyana playfully arched an eyebrow. "What? What's the problem? You are acting like I suggested I will spend the night in your room."
"Oh…" Vyan's face turned a delightful shade of pink, embarrassment flooding his expression. "You mean you will stay in the guest room."
Her lips curled into a mischievous smile, clearly enjoying his flustered reaction. "Well, if you insist, I wouldn't mind staying here instead—"
"So!" Vyan loudly cleared his throat, desperately trying to regain his composure, "how is my shoulder already healed?" He awkwardly shifted topics, eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. "Usually, injuries like this take a bit more time, even with all the magical herbs and potions Harvey provides."
"Oh, that's because Princess Althea dropped by earlier after hearing about Clyde and you," Iyana explained, still amused by how easily she could rattle him.
