Dilhan ended the stream, leaning back in his chair as the glow of the screen faded. He stretched his arms, groaning softly.
"Done for today," he muttered, tilting his head back.
Behind him, Anna's gentle hands worked on his shoulders, her touch soothing his tense muscles. "You've been sitting there for hours," she teased lightly, her tone laced with affection.
"It's taxing, you know," Dilhan replied, standing up and rolling his shoulders. "Streaming isn't just talking to a screen. It takes focus, energy, and a lot of planning. Not to mention the magic involved."
Anna tilted her head curiously. "I've always wondered… how exactly does this streaming thing work? I mean, I watch you as a viewer, but I don't understand the magic behind it."
