Feo couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine as he stepped from the humid warmth of the bathroom to the frigid wall of cold in the bedroom. It felt much chillier with only a towel to protect his bare skin-- though he still paused in the doorway to take Parisa in with a grin in his eyes.
"You waited up," he said, his tone as soft as she remembered from back when they were kids, before the world had hardened them into acerbic blades of steel. "I was hoping you wouldn't doze off."

"He called you a whore!" Leriph defended, clutching his tender hand.

He heaved a long sigh, running his hand through his hair. "Of course they are."

"Parisa." The King said, almost a statement, though his surprise was hard to fully suppress, as was the case when someone plummeted through a intradimensional hole in your room. The pen he had been holding stilled, hovering above the paper as his gaze hovered over her now. "I wasn't expecting you... obviously."

"They're in a meeting," he said, tapping the pen against his knuckle. "Can I... get you anything while you're here?"

"Mirza gets it all the time." Kyros confirmed, calling discreetly for one. He folded his fingers atop the desk and returned his gaze to her. "How's Altair?"

There was a beat of silence between them.
"What."

It took everything in Kyros to hold his tongue with the amount of uncertainty running through his brain.

He held his hands up, shaking his head. "No, it's fine. She doesn't want to hear it."

Feo tried not to let her see his face fall at the troubled tone in her voice, instead going to fetch his pajamas so as not to freeze. Had she gotten in her head as he feared? Had something gone wrong during the act that she was dealing with now? Or worse... had it just been... bad?
"We can sleep in tomorrow. Papers be damned." he decided as he pulled on his pants. Feeling already a little cozier, he slipped underneath the covers beside her and breathed a contented little sigh. "Hey."