Irene, now with the bed to herself, was making the best of it by languidly stretching diagonally across the thing and eschewing any sort of modesty-granting blankets.

"So that's a no on the apprenticeship?" she teased, watching that would-be march with amusement. "I really owe you one for minding me the last while."

And you know what always worked out well? Irene feeling that she owed Amaya a favor of some sort.