With effortless grace, Eyrin stepped onto the staircase railing, descending not by walking but flying, a shadow gliding elegantly through the air. Behind him, Lourix mirrored his movements, their long hair dancing with the wind.
Eyrin landed softly, his gaze fixed downward momentarily. His posture was impeccable, one hand lightly resting before him in the manner of a refined gentleman. Slowly, he raised his eyes, locking onto Nameless. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Welcome," he said, his voice calm yet commanding.
Lady Khillian glanced between the group and Prince Eyrin. Her lips curled into a small smile as she remarked, "I never knew you all knew each other. It's a small world."
Turning to Lady Meiyer, she added, "Lady Meiyer, come to my chamber with me. I have a dress to spare—though it might not be your exact size, it's better than... this," she said, gesturing gently at Meiyer's soaked and disheveled attire.
