After they ate, the warden returned Salviana' basket and she accepted it with a smal smile.
As the couple stepped out of The Regal Hearth, Salviana clutched the basket of flower seeds, the delicate hand fans, and a neatly wrapped parcel of pastries from the restaurant.
However, a contented drowsiness had settled over her after the hearty meal, and her steps were growing slower.
Alaric noticed her shift in energy and leaned in, smirking. "You look ready to sleep like you won't need food for the next week," he teased, gently tugging the basket from her fingers.
She huffed in playful defiance, pulling the basket back to her side. "It's called digesting, Alaric," she said with a mock air of instruction. "I'm not a vampire. Unlike you, I can't survive without resting a little."
"Walking after eating is good for you," he countered, raising a brow with feigned seriousness.
