“See? One for Eliza and Razik. One for Cass. One for Rayner. One for me. Perfect,” Cyrus said, tossing one to each person, respectively.
They all looked between each other as if debating this decision, and it was Rayner who finally shrugged and said, “Let me put Tula to bed, and I will meet you all in the den.”
A fire portal appeared a moment a later.
“So you do not have to carry her up several flights of stairs,” Sorin said by way of explanation.
Rayner was holding Tula, who was sound asleep on his shoulder, and he nodded his thanks before he stepped through the portal.
“Is that ever going to be addressed?” Eliza asked when the portal snapped shut behind them.
“Yes, but not tonight,” Sorin answered.
Scarlett was already halfway across the bridge, making her way to the den. They followed after her as they always seemed to, and a few minutes later, they were all in various states of undress from their finery and taking pulls from the mugweed.
“I cannot believe you did this without me last time,” Scarlett said with a pout as she took the roll back from Sorin.
“Should I tell her how many times you and I have smoked this since I met you, Cass?” Cyrus asked.
“Why would you do that, Cyrus?” Cass muttered when Scarlett immediately made another sound of outrage. Cyrus let out a laugh. “Calm down, Darling. Soon enough, you’re not going to give a fuck about it.”
Sorin took the mugweed back, and she crossed her arms, looking disgruntled. It didn’t last long. Sure enough, within minutes, she was melting back against Sorin and propping her feet in Rayner’s lap, who sat at the other end of the sofa they occupied.
“Tell me about this cave, Eliza,” she suddenly said, silver eyes sliding to the fire general.
Eliza’s lip curled up. “What about it?”
“Why do you go there to sleep all the time?”
Cyrus huffed a laugh, taking a pull from his mugweed. “I assure you, Darling, she is not going there to sleep.”
Eliza flipped him off from her spot on the opposite sofa, but the fact that she didn’t spout something back to him told him she was feeling as relaxed as the rest of them.
“So you have a bed in that cave?” Scarlett asked, tilting her head as she studied Razik.
“He has an entire home in that cave,” Eliza said, blowing out some smoke. “It’s rather cute.”
Razik looked down at her. “It is notcute.”
“What would you call it then?”
He blinked at her before finally grumbling, “Not cute.”
She smirked, passing him the mugweed.
“Is it like a lair where you hide all your stolen treasure?” Scarlett continued. She was even lower on the sofa now, her head in Sorin’s lap. Sorin had been methodically removing all the pins from her hair, and now he was winding various stands around his finger.
“It is not stolen treasure,” Razik deadpanned.
Scarlett’s brow pinched. “But you were going to steal a bowl.”
Eliza snorted a laugh as Razik growled, “I was not going to steal that bowl.”
“What kind of treasure do you have there?” Cyrus asked, sinking lower in his chair.
That had Eliza perking up. “Books,” she said.
“Of course,” Cyrus muttered.