Hestia yawned again, covering her mouth delicately. "I can't imagine why I'd want to leave," she murmured. Her gaze shifted to Adrian, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Unless, of course, you're offering to carry me."
Adrian glared at her, his patience wearing thin. "Hestia, I didn't come all this way to drag you out of here like a sack of grain."
"Then don't," she replied with a shrug, her expression serene. "Stay a while. Rest. It wouldn't kill you."
Adrian's jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, his fiery chains flaring with frustration. "Hestia, if you don't form the contract and leave this place, the Shadow Court will eventually find us. Is that what you want?"
Her blue eyes flickered with faint amusement, though her tone remained unhurried. "I doubt they'd bother me here. But fine," she relented, letting out another sigh. "If it means that much to you, I'll think about the contract. Later."
