The room was now quiet as Elian sat comfortably on the plush divan in his chamber, his damp hair loosely tied back after Aria's careful care. Izan sat beside him, his gaze lingering on Elian with a quiet tenderness that only appeared when they were alone.
Elian tilted his head slightly, breaking the silence. "The world truly is a small place, isn't it?" His voice was thoughtful, his eyes distant as if piecing together the puzzle of Jaxon's unexpected connection to Orion.
"It is," Izan replied, leaning back against the headboard. "Who would have thought Jaxon, of all people, had such a history with Orion? It's almost poetic."
Elian turned to him, his expression curious. "It makes me wonder even more about their bond now. They're… close. Closer than I expected."
