Naimishi was perched in her room, clad in fresh attire, her eyes locked on Alora, who sat on a stool, fidgeting with her fingers. Arazhan had adamantly kept her sequestered until she donned proper clothes. "What the hell were you doing, Alora, while he dragged me off to change?" Naimishi demanded.
The idea of him changing her gown while she was unconscious made Naimishi want to crawl into a hole. Her cheeks grew warm with a telltale blush. How could I let two men see me naked? She pulled her hair in frustration. When she had grilled him about not waiting for a servant, the reason he gave was she would catch a cold in her soaked attire.