As the final words of the Emperor's speech seemingly lingered in the hall, Jash and Ziva followed Sera and Evelia, standing at the grand doors.
The footsteps of others echoed softly on the marble floor.
The excitement of the evening had left a palpable energy in the air, but the night's chill was beginning to set in.
Jash kept his gaze steady, his thoughts still swirling around what would be the best way to irritate Ziva.
He glanced sideways at Ziva, noting her somewhat dazed expression.
She seemed lost in thought, likely still processing the embarrassment she had experienced earlier.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his tone gentle but curious.
He knew better than to press too hard, but a part of him wanted to ensure he teased her right when it was her sore spot.
He wasn't one for caring about others as if they were the most fragile being to exist.
