Cyrus gave her his usual nod, that quiet acknowledgment of hers, accompanied this time by a faint smile tugging at his lips. Isabella, who had been staring at him longer than she should have, instantly dropped her gaze.
Her cheeks felt oddly warm. Huh. That was strange. It wasn't like she hadn't seen him smile before, but for some reason tonight it made her feel… lighter. Happier.
Cyrus's attention drifted toward the corner where Isabella usually slept. The fur hides and mats there were in disarray, as though a small storm had rolled through. Glimora had apparently been that storm, messing it all up again before finally giving in to drowsiness.
"I'll make your bed for you," Cyrus said calmly. His tone was as steady as a mountain stream, and when Isabella glanced up, that same gentle smile was still on his face.
