Mona chuckled at a joke being told by Foden. They were all seated in the living room attached to Dylan's chambers. It was a cold night, and they each had spread out a mat by the fireplace with several fruits and food laid out for them.

　　Sansan mumbled some incoherent words that only her husband understood. Foden sighed in exhaustion, rubbing at her feet as they leaned their backs against the chairs.

　　"Inviting Sansan over to a moment like this when I should be ...