You open your eyes to find yourself in elegantly adorned quarters, bookshelves lining the walls.

Just then, you feel a pair of warm, soft lips pressed onto your forehead.

“Good morning, my sweet. I trust that you rested well, yes?”

Remembering the events of the night before, you flush red with embarrassment. Toa chuckles, picking up your lovely hand, so small compared to his, and kissing your knuckles.