<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded, understanding Lucian’s line of questioning. It was clear he’d had feelings for both twins even before... this happened.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “He’s fine with it.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> but there was so much more to it than that. Something that the twins wanted to explore more in earnest. She sighed, knowing that Lucian could read her like an open book and would undoubtedly ask what was going on under that mane of fire-red hair.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;tell him. He might have some ideas… we’re almost done here anyways. I’ll just tell them to bring our lunch to Lucian’s study… And judging by the shreds of fabric left in the Workroom - thanks for that by the way, our combat instructor really enjoyed finding that… -  I’ll bring you a change of clothes.&gt;</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"><br/>
A crimson blush spread across her cheeks, before she started giggling and laughing. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“We….We left….a mess in…. The Workroom….poor Alexi…. Combat instructor….”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she was shaking, wrapping her arms around his neck again, trying to calm the laughter enough that she could tell him what had been on her mind. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“He’s going to tell the staff to bring our lunch to your study instead...and bring me a change of clothes.”</span>