As Amelia lunges forward towards the lying Kael.
her breath uneven and her intentions unclear, her actions are wild and impulsive.
Her green eyes, clouded with a haze of lewd emotions.
She leans dangerously close, her fingers brushing against Kael's collar as if trying to pull him closer.
Kael, however, is instantly on alert. Though exhausted from the journey, his sharp instincts kick in.
He grabs her wrists gently but firmly, holding her back as she tries to press closer.
"Kael," she said, her voice softer than usual, almost teasing. "Why so serious? Come on, let's have a little fun."
"Amelia," kael says calmly, though his voice holds a steady edge. "Stop this. You're not in your right mind."
"Amelia, you're drunk," Kael continues, his voice calm but firm.
"You need to rest."
