“Darling, I am off to bed lest I say something that will surely offend someone. Good night.”
“Good night, Dad,” she said.
“And you all! Don’t hurt yourselves,” he said before he climbed up the stairs and disappeared. I heard a few thumping sounds as he walked overhead, and then nothing.
Kewyn slowly and deliberately walked over the half-blood and sat beside me on the couch. Levent remained by the door.
“I’ll be going,” he said, staring pointedly at me.
“Oh,” I said. “Are you sure? I don’t think we’re going to make it.” I prodded Rio with a hoof, but all he did was gurgle.
The dragon-kin nodded. “Good night,” he said.
“Good night!” I said, waving to him as he left the house. As I settled back into my seat, I found Kewyn’s blue-green eyes staring at me.
“W-what?” I said.
The woman’s eyes narrowed, and a slow but deliberate grin crossed her face. Kewyn had definitely had too much ale.
“So. What’s the story with you and him?”
“I - didn’t I already tell you?”
Kewyn sat back on her cushion but kept me under her gaze. “Yeah, but I think I got the glazed-over version because nothing you’ve said has explained this thing you two have got going on.”
“What are you talking about, ‘thing’?”
“Oh, there’s definitely a thing between you two,” she said, smiling. It was a conflicted feeling, seeing Kewyn smile so much but also being interrogated about something that made my ears go warm.
“I - What? No! There’s no ‘thing’! I assure you that I prefer my men with hooves and horns, thank you,” I said.
“Well, he does qualify for one of those,” she said.
“I - we’re not like that. Plus he’s probably like three times my age,” I squeaked.
“They’re sharing a room,” Rio said from the floor.
Kewyn let out a delighted squeal.