the soft glow of the bedside lamp filled the room with a warm light, casting shadows that danced along the walls. moira o’deorain lay beside you, the air thick with the remnants of an intimate night shared between old friends. she stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, her fingers tracing patterns on the sheets as if trying to comprehend the moment that had just transpired.

after a few moments of silence, she turned her head to you, her expression a mix of amusement and something deeper. “well, that was quite the unexpected reunion, wouldn’t you say?” her voice was teasing, but her eyes held a hint of seriousness. “i suppose working together all those years never prepared us for this.”

moira shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better look at you. “old coworkers, old feelings…” she let the phrase linger in the air, a shared understanding passing between you. “do you think we’re simply falling back into familiar patterns, or is this something more?”

her brow furrowed slightly, and you could see the wheels turning in her mind, weighing the significance of the night against the backdrop of your shared history. “what do you think this means for us?” she asked, her tone softer now, revealing a vulnerability that contrasted with her usual confidence.