Damon watched Leona fumble with the pots and pans, his usual gloomy expression unchanging. The clattering and scraping noises grated on his nerves.
'She's making too much noise,' he thought, irritation bubbling just beneath the surface.
"That's… enough. Go sit down. I'll take care of this mess," he said, his tone firm but measured.
Leona looked around awkwardly, her beastkin ears twitching slightly in response to his voice. She hesitated but obeyed, hopping onto one of the high stools and watching Damon with curious eyes.
Damon moved swiftly, cleaning up the chaos she had created. Pots and pans were stacked, the burned remains of her failed attempt disposed of. It took a few minutes, but he managed to restore a semblance of order, leaving the rest for the maids to handle in the morning.
'The maids aren't going to like this,' he thought grimly, but he brushed the concern aside. There were bigger issues on his mind.
