Cassandra stopped dead in her tracks, her earlier introspection about calling him 'husband' completely forgotten.
The sudden, uncharacteristic awkwardness from him, coupled with the implication of sharing a room, sent a ripple of heat through her.
He was usually calm and composed, so... this unexpected vulnerability, this sudden display of a very human concern for propriety...
"...I mean," Lumin cleared his throat, still avoiding her gaze. "We're not actually... that is to say..." He trailed off, seemingly unable to find the right words, much like herself.
Silence stretched between them, filled with a tension that wasn't there just a few moments ago.
Cassandra found herself staring at his profile, still looking ahead into the darkness, a small, almost unnoticeable twitch at the corner of his lips betraying his feigned nonchalance.
A soft, involuntary giggle escaped from her.
