The walk back to the castle doesn't take very long. Once they reach the steps, Namora stifles a large yawn; having hardly slept since the Festival and not at all the night before, she is utterly exhausted. Irron stops and kisses her hand, "Perhaps you should rest, my dear. We will have plenty of time to spend together tonight. Besides, I have some business I must attend to at camp."

She forces a smile, "Thank you, King Irron. I shall see you tonight."

He parts her company, not daring enough to try to kiss her in front of her chaperone. Once he is well on his way, Namora thanks the...