While the duo were engrossed in their act, Hori appeared from her room, arms folded loosely across her chest as she leaned against the doorframe, taking in the scene.
Her eyes flicked from Izan to Olivia, and then back again, and a slow shake of her head followed.
"You better be good and thank me when you come out, nephew or niece," she muttered, not bothering to raise her voice but loud enough for the pair on the couch to hear.
The corner of her mouth twitched like she was fighting off a smirk, though her eyes betrayed her amusement.
Olivia pulled back slightly, her cheeks warming, though Izan didn't move much as he simply let out a quiet breath, his arm still curled protectively around her.
Hori gave them no more than a glance over her shoulder before pushing herself off the frame, and with a toss of her hair and the faintest sway of her luggage handle still left by her door, she disappeared back down the hallway, retreating toward the larger bedroom she had claimed earlier.
