Once they finished eating, Ilkar stood up abruptly, his demeanor shifting back to his usual authoritative self.
He dressed quickly, pulling on his shirt and boots with efficient, almost mechanical movements.
Without glancing at Eiravyne, he headed towards the door, leaving her with the remnants of the warm meal they had just shared.
The abrupt change left her feeling disoriented.
Not long after Ilkar left, Martha appeared at the door, carrying a sleeping dress. She entered the room quietly, she welcomed Eiravyne for coming back warmly .
"My lady, I am so glad you are back, please have a great night, " Martha said softly, holding out the dress. "His Grace sent this for you."
Eiravyne took the dress, her hands trembling slightly. "Thank you, Martha."
Martha nodded, her gaze lingering on Eiravyne for a moment before she turned to leave.
"If you need anything else, my lady, just call for me."
