The two of them started walking toward the bathing area together.
Because Isabella was heavily pregnant now, she moved slowly, and Osiris naturally matched her pace without even being told. He kept half a step beside her, half a step behind, the way beastmen often did when they were guarding a female they cared about. He was not touching her yet, but his attention never left her. Every time the ground changed or a little patch of cold water from melting snow touched the stone, his eyes immediately dropped there first.
Seeing that made Isabella feel strangely quiet inside.
Because really, when had this fool learned to be careful like this?
She still remembered the rough and impossible man she had met on the mountain, the one who had treated her with the kind of blunt strength that made her want to bite him daily. Back then, even breathing near him had felt dangerous. Now he walked beside her at this slow careful pace as if he feared the floor itself might annoy her.
How strange.
