The flames crackled and hissed, illuminating Elderin’s high cheekbones and beautifully curved lips. “So, how’s your back?” she asked, her tone severe but not unkind. The crisp Change air raised goosebumps on Rona’s arms as her gaze lingered on her neck and collarbone, perhaps too long. Rona shivered, drawing her cloak tighter, and moved a little closer to the warmth radiating from the fire. “Well, I haven’t had a massage in ages,” she replied. “Minqa’s back isn’t exactly ergonomic, though I’ve grown to love her anyway.” “Am I growing on you, too?” Elderin asked, staring her down with the most innocent eyes, betrayed by the subtle way she bit her lower lip. Not what I expected for our first night outside, Rona thought, but a welcome surprise nonetheless.