Velthya looked at Sylvia, her eyes still shining with relief, and let out a light laugh. The sound was gentle, echoing faintly in the wide chamber, as if brushing away the last chill carried in from outside.
"Sylvia, you must be tired after such a long journey." Velthya leaned forward, her silver-furred tail swaying softly, as if to speak along with her voice. "Would you rather eat first, or go straight to rest?"
Sylvia turned slowly, her face calm as ever. Her red eyes caught a faint reflection of the firelight from the hearth. "Hmm… I'd like to eat first."
Velthya laughed again, this time with a warmth only found in old friendship. "I thought you'd say that. Then dinner shall be served." She raised her hand, summoning one of the servants who had been waiting respectfully by the door.
"Bring in the full meal," Velthya ordered. "Make sure the table is filled. Tonight, we must welcome Lady Sylvia properly."
The servant bowed deeply and departed quickly.
