The evening on Driftmark was quiet, the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs echoing softly through the room. Candlelight filled the space with a warm glow, casting flickering shadows on the walls adorned with your sketches. The faint scent of incense lingered in the air, adding a cozy touch to the atmosphere.

Baela sat on the carpet, leaning against a pile of soft pillows, stretching lazily as if waiting for something to happen. Rhaena curled up in the corner of the bed, absentmindedly playing with the hem of her nightgown, her thoughts seemingly elsewhere.

“What are we doing tonight?” Rhaena finally asked, lifting her gaze toward you. The gentle crash of waves underscored the quiet as Baela glanced your way, clearly anticipating your response.