After their moonlit flight, Aengus and Aria entered the treehouse.
The place was softly illuminated by fireflies and filled with the natural aroma of fresh flowers, creating a tranquil atmosphere.
There was a single bed made from leaves and sturdy branches for comfort. Aengus sat down casually, keeping his Supreme Hunter danger sense on high alert, despite the peace surrounding them.
"Aria, what are you doing over there?" Aengus asked, noticing her fidgeting near the window.
Aria glanced back and replied, "I need to change, Ethan. There are bloodstains, and this awful scent. I feel uncomfortable." Her face flushed a little with embarrassment.
"Oh... sure. I can give you some privacy. I won't look, I promise. See, I'm closing my eyes now," Aengus said, covering his eyes, though it didn't mean much considering his extraordinary senses.
