Morning arrived with uncomfortable swiftness. David awoke to find Luna still positioned between him and Elara, though the Archon's side of the bed was already empty. The sound of water splashing in a basin suggested she was completing her morning ablutions behind the privacy screen in the corner.
"Sleep well?" Luna asked, her voice carrying that subtle note of amusement that only David could recognize.
"Surprisingly," he admitted, sitting up and running a hand through his now-black hair. The transformation necklace had remained active throughout the night, its magic seemingly unaffected by his dimensional instabilities. A small mercy.
Luna rose gracefully, stretching in a decidedly feline manner. "Your little 'fractures' occurred twice while you slept. Nothing severe, but noteworthy."
David frowned. "I didn't feel anything."
"You wouldn't. You were quite deeply asleep." She paused, glancing toward the privacy screen. "The Archon didn't notice. I made sure of it."
