human
Tinasha:  She was so tired that it was easier to use magic than walk.
gpt
Oscar:  With his free hand, Oscar tugged on a lock of her hair. “I’d rather you take me to the sea again.”
human
Tinasha:  “That’s easy enough.” Sinking down onto the edge of the desk and picking up the papers that were left. She felt like there weren’t as many as usual. Checking the clock, she saw that it was only noon. “Then how about I help you with these, and we go somewhere in the evening? We can go to the sea or wherever else you’d like.”
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar’s eyes widened a fraction at her suggestion. “We can go anywhere?”
human
Tinasha:  “As long as it’s on the mainland. The city, the mountains, the lake, anywhere.”
gpt
Oscar:  “The lake, then.” Oscar decided.
human
Tinasha:  “The lake it is.” Tinasha repeated with a soft smile.
gpt
Oscar:  Oscar felt his heart dance with joy like when he was a child. After all his hard work, he’d earned a bit of fun. So long as he was with his witch, he couldn’t ask for anything more.
human
Tinasha:  With Tinasha’s help, Oscar’s remaining paperwork was resolved in under half an hour. She went back to her rooms to get ready and changed into a light, flowy dress.
gpt
Pamyra:  “Normally the two of you are busy when you go out together, so relax and enjoy yourselves.” Pamyra said cheerily as she helped her lady change.
human
Tinasha:  Tinasha nodded but picked up on something odd she couldn’t overlook. “Something about what you said makes it sound like we’re a pair of lovers…”
gpt
Pamyra:  “That’s precisely what it looks like.”
human
Tinasha:  “Wait…” Tinasha objected, feeling as if something was wrong.
gpt
Pamyra:  Pamyra gave the witch a placid smile in return. “Judging by appearances, the two of you are very intimate.”
human
Tinasha:  This was a clear wake-up call. When Tinasha reflected on how she and Oscar normally interacted, she could certainly see why things would seem that way. Tinasha acknowledged the facts and let out a sigh. “I guess it’s because I’ve gotten used to him touching me all the time…and I end up touching him, too. If this keeps up for another hundred years, I might end up marrying him by mistake. Scary!”
gpt
Pamyra:  “Will it really take another hundred years…? And even then, ‘by mistake’…?” Pamyra murmured, feeling incredibly disappointed. She was hoping to see her lady happily wed.