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Morning.
Dining Room, Salviana's Chambers.
Wyfkeep Castle., Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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Abigail leaned in, her voice dropping as she whispered, "Perhaps we can use the time to become better acquainted. There's much I'd love to know about you." Her hand found Salviana's once more, her touch feather-light, her gaze lingering as if she were savoring the moment.
Salviana cleared her throat, pulling her hand back under the pretense of reaching for a nearby pastry. "Yes, of course," she replied, trying to sound casual as she looked down at her plate.
They continued eating, the conversation light, though Abigail's gaze remained intense. She frequently leaned in, her fingers grazing Salviana's hand, arm, or shoulder with seemingly innocent familiarity, though each touch left Salviana's skin tingling.
