A chuckle left the Elf's lips before she could silence it.
"No worries. I just don't think you need to be concerned with us if we do see." Ameril shrugged her shoulders and finished picking at the food she had been given. It seemed that alcohol removed all of the restraints she normally put on herself.
Shortly after Laura was finished dressing herself, Damien came in to the room with a towel around his waist and his clothes in a ball in his hand. He looked at the two girls, water still dripping from his hair and chin, and noticed that Ameril was practically falling asleep in her chair. He groaned and walked over, helping her stand and guiding her to her bed. She mumbled complaints and whispered something in his ear that caused him to laugh. He tucked her under the covers and ruffled her hair.
"Don't be jealous." He said before standing and walking to his bed. He paused, his hand gripping the towel, and looked to Laura.
"She said you're modest. Might wanna look away, darlin'," he said before removing the towel and tossing it on to the bed. He grabbed his clothes and put them on, groaning slightly. Sure, his back was healed, but the muscles underneath the skin were still mad at him for it.
Ameril's father; Theragul. Laura's father; Felrore