Shaneau carefully placed the witch on her feet in front of the bathroom door, straightened her hospital robe, and gave her a gentle nudge.

- I'll wait.

Irene nodded, blushing. Even the tips of his ears seemed to be on fire. Leaning against the wall, she managed. And although the usual trip to the toilet took so long, Icicle waited patiently.

Irene stood behind him, smiling. Now, more than ever, she felt the magical warmth between them. Thin threads that have already begun to bind their fates.

It won't be like before. Now that she recognized the dragon like this...

"That's enough," Ice Lion muttered softly. "That's annoying," and turned,...