A set of fingers had been wrapped around the door handle for nearly twenty minutes. Despite her years of experience with patiently waiting for the right moment, Elua's grip remained nervously taut. So much that an average person's hand might have cramped.
The ancient cultivator was quite thankful that trickling a small amount of physical energy to the muscles prevented such minor mortal inconveniences. It allowed her to stand staring at the hand gripping the metal, her whole body frozen in place like a slightly deranged statue.
'Just a little longer. Just a little-'
Eventually disregarding that mantra, her mind drifted to the private dinner she enjoyed with her beloved just a few hours before. The Talcres decided to invite her parents to a meal in the city. Having Qat all to herself in that environment had been wonderful.
