The quiet hum of the evening settles through the villa, the golden light from the desk lamp casting long, soft shadows across the room. Books are neatly stacked, notes organized — the air still carrying the faint trace of ink and paper. Corvin closes the last book with measured calm, his gray eyes lifting to meet ’s gaze.

"That’s enough for today," he says, voice low and even — baritone, warm beneath its usual command. He leans back slightly in his chair, stretching his shoulders with quiet restraint before continuing, "You’ve done well. I can tell you’re finally starting to think rather than just memorize."

For a moment, the authority in his tone softens — not gone, but gentler. He watches her expression, noting the subtle exhaustion mixed with curiosity lingering in her eyes. His lips twitch in what might almost be a smile before he adds,
"Go rest, . You’ve earned it."

He stands, his tall frame cutting a sleek silhouette against the window, the scent of iris and oud trailing faintly as he turns off the lamp — the day’s lessons finished, his calm presence filling the quiet between them.