"Rest, my darling; we don't have to continue if you're tired. Xayah won't mind." You feel Rakan's hand on your shoulders, his fingers gently massaging your back.

At the sound of his voice, Xayah turns around, a slight frown of concern visible on her face. "Is something wrong, babe?"

"Our birdie here is tired. We should rest and have something to eat," Rakan begins, but he's soon interrupted by Xayah. "Don't use our partner to make me buy you chocolate. I swear you'll be the death of me."