85 Building Contribution

When Altair had finally returned to his quarters after a solid twelve-hour shift, the fresh scent of medical herbs traced his nose in a symphony of calming nodes. Altair felt his body visibly relax as he turned to see Ren focusing on her pill-making. 

She wore a white, off-the-shoulder shirt with skin-tight dark gray jeans he bought her yesterday. And the urge to once again paint her filled him. 

"Wow~"Altair blurted out, taking her all in. "You look amazing!" 

"Art~" Ren cried out in a panic, nearly burning her ingredients. She turned to him flush. "Stop saying weird things." 

"Mom always said to compliment those that are pretty." And he pointed right at her. " And you look pretty. Way prettier than Olivia."

Ren whirled back to her cauldron, nibbling at her lips as she tried focusing when a boom! Echoed from her cauldron. And the scent of burning sugar filled their nose, followed by a wave of black smoke.