Round 15

Jeane's wings fold slowly back into her shoulder blades, the last feathers tucking away with an almost audible sigh of leather. She turns fully toward Hera now, dismissing Silra entirely from her attention like a bothersome insect no longer worth swatting. A small vial appears between Jeane’s fingers—transparent lubricant catching the light—and she sets it on a nearby side table without looking. "Come now, darling," Jeane says softly to Hera, and there's an edge beneath the silk that wasn't present before, "you can't tell me you're not curious about what we've been doing here."