Round 4

As Jeane slowly pushed herself up from Silra's chest, her languid movements betrayed a lingering satedness despite the early hour. Her mismatched eyes sparkled with barely contained energy as she gazed at Halie, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yes, yes, we hear you, my practical little priestess," Jeane murmured, her voice husky from sleep.

Silra shifted her weight, Jeane's warm skin sliding against hers as she sat up, her eyes scanning the room with sharp intensity. "City's getting closer by the hour," Silra warned, her tone low and urgent. "Heard those construction workers setting up their site two blocks over yesterday—they'll be here soon to renovate this eyesore."