"How do you think she's doing?" Shahin leaned into Emrys' arms, swaying slowly with the music. So different than their first dance� but, for the moment, neither of them had anything to prove.
"She's probably doing rather well." Xaviera had left the dance early with a drunk and handsy Ofir, a determined smile on her face. "You coached her pretty thoroughly."
"She's not as stupid as she tends to come off. And who knows, it might be good for both of them, in the long run."
"Or they might regress into horrid habits."