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behind him, his eyes trying to adjust to the darkness.
                          Only a few inches taller than Endrance, she was both curvaceous and muscular without damaging the air of femininity she wore. Her hair was darker than the blackest night and was incredibly curly, forming natural ringlets and spirals. Her eyes were dark black as well, but had a glint of red in them whenever the light fell just right on her. Her full lips turned upward into a weary smile. The woman had an aura about her that always took Endrance's breath away, even when she wore simple winter clothes like she wore now.
                          "Selene." he greeted her with an embrace. They held each other for a few moments, Endrance enjoying both the physical contact and how warm she was compared to the outside air. Even in less layers of cloth, she was far warmer than he was. His warming spell only did so much to ablate the cold.
                          "Endrance." She said quietly, as much a tired whisper as he'd heard from her.
                          “I had a little time before I had to head up to the castle to sit in on another meeting of the city leaders, so I wanted to stop and see how you both were doing.” He explained.
                          She nodded, and stepped back, letting him in.
                          "Did I wake you?" he asked. The suns had not yet sunk below the horizon that day.
                          Selene shook her head. "No." she responded. "I've just not been sleeping very well."
    Endrance shook his head. "I'm sorry." he said.
                         Selene smiled again. "Don't be." she said. "It's my fault for spending all my energy trying to keep Bridget in bed."
                          The mage mock frowned. "I bet that's tiresome."
                          Selene gave him a wink and turned to lead him back. "You should know too," she said. "you bedded her first."
                          Endrance blinked several times in surprise as he followed. "W-what?" he asked.
                          Selene rolled her eyes, though he was not at an angle to see it. "I'm only teasing, love." she said. "Besides, regardless of how you did it, you tamed her enough that she'd sleep in the same room. That's as close to bedding her as you can probably manage."
                          Endrance sighed. "I know."
                          Originally Bridget had hated him on the same principle that many of the people of Balator viewed him: small, weak, and passive. It took some time and a fistfight to prove to her he could be strong when he needed to be, and she had finally warmed to him. Except after what happened a month ago, she had returned to hating him even more than she did before.
                          Selene led him up some stairs to the second floor. Most of the furniture here had been left intact, as the owners of the house originally had not taken much with them when they left; which was why they had chosen this house for Bridget to rest in. Though they had cleaned up much of the dust, Endrance's nose tickled despite the cold that numbed it. Selene opened the last door and firelight poured into the hallway.
                          She looked back at Endrance and tilted her head at the door. "Go in." she offered, "She should be done with her exercises."
                          The room beyond was a simple stone bedroom with heavy Balatoran style wooden furniture. There was a large fireplace in the far back wall in the center and there had likely been two people living in this room as there were two of most of the furniture. One bed was empty, the sheets strewn against the wall and the other was tipped up on its end,