A Little Boy

Yorian found satisfaction in following her lead, embracing human methods, as he was safeguarded by this human. He had not forgotten the sensation of being protected by her, similar to when they had escaped Prince Cian's guest mansion in Othinia. He was prepared to relish it once more and revel in the thrill through human means.

As they reached the rear of the mansion and ventured down the seemingly deserted and eerily quiet corridor, Oriana's sigh of relief resonated. A content smile graced her lips, signifying their successful passage past the guards without detection.

"See, I'm rather skilled at this," Oriana whispered with a sense of pride.

"You certainly are," Yorian replied in a hushed tone, "Although, it would have been significantly quicker if we had made use of my teleportation abilities."

Oriana's expression bordered on a glare as she retorted, "Why didn't you suggest that earlier?" Her tone held a hint of accusation.