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Rook sighed, pressing inkstained fingers to her temples. How long had she been here, studying the Lighthouse's collection of magically provided books without stopping for sleep or food?
"I thought I would find you here," Lucanis said from the doorway. "I brought you coffee."
The glance they shared brought heat to Rook's cheeks. Lucanis never said much, but his actions spoke when his voice couldn’t.
"You realize your contract doesn't extend to coffee service, right?"
"Ahh, my Rook, the contract between us binds me to more than just killing the gods." Lucanis murmured.
A quiet promise, but enough for now.