Heena shook her head firmly and said, "No, it's not good to eat too much sour things."
She reached over and lightly bonked Larus on the head with her knuckles—not hard, just a gentle tap.
"You too," she said. "Don't eat all of them at once. Save some for tomorrow."
With that, she stood up and headed toward the bathing chamber to wash off the day's exhaustion.
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When Heena emerged from her bath about thirty minutes later, her hair was still dripping wet, water running down her back and shoulders. She was wearing comfortable sleeping robes—nothing fancy, just soft silk meant for actual rest rather than imperial appearances.
Larus was at the bed, carefully arranging the pillows and smoothing the sheets with meticulous attention.
