>>6078877Rubida and Soralisa sit next to you, carrying trays of food. Soralisa helps a bit, she embraces a small canter of water.
“It’s all she allowed me to do,” she mutters, clearly unhappy she wasn’t able to help more.
“You did great. Like always,” you reply, hugging her. “Like always. I’m so glad you are all here with me. This is a great night. I wasn’t having so much fun since the last time Master brought me to hunt the armoured boars.”
Soralisa’s mouth opens in a O of delight.
“He did? I heard they have been hunt to extinction in the lands of the Throne! You must tell me everything, I need to put down sketches… notes…”
“You would be better to let your arms rest, lest you truly want to lose them,” Rubida shots her one of her <span class="mu-i">looks</span> as she sets a large slice of cheese and a handful of figs straight into your arms. “There. A Knight’s breakfast, served for dinner. You can’t ask for better, and i hope you won’t because that’s all was left.”
You nod, always thankful for Rubida’s care, and bit into one of the sweet figs, noticing how for all the quantity of food they carried, most of it is just bread, nuts, cheese and fruit.
Still good.
“Thanks.” You clean your lips with a tall glass of water, and as you press your tongue against them, the act reminds you of what—
Of what just happened.
“R-Rubida,” you ask, lowering your mouth to a whisper.
“This is uh— this is just something that came up to me as a question, it’s pure uh… academic curiosity.”
One of her dark eyebrows quirks.
You know that you are the farthest thing from academic curiosity this side of the Bitter Sea.
“But uh— can you g-get, you know… you know, with a… a kiss, can you…”
“Oh, Starless Night,” she covers her mouth with her hand. “You— you didn’t use protection? Not even a towel?”
“I—” your stomach twists.
It’s another of her skits. She’s pulling your leg.
She is, isn’t she?
“I’m sorry Argia,” she gravelly pats your hand. “I’m afraid you are carrying twins by now.”
“That’s impossible, stop teasing her,” Soralisa chimes in, carefully picking up a fig of her own. Rubida hesitates, but she shakes her brown head. “I want to do as much exercise as I need. Argia, you don’t get pregnant with a kiss.”
“Tell her how you do, then,” Rubida prods. “Tell her all the details, come on.”
“But that would make her even more embarrassed!”
[cont.]