Round 41

Morning light filters through stained glass into the dusty sanctuary. Jeane ascends slowly, crimson eyes scanning for movement upstairs—two civilians awake earlier than expected, their post-coital evidence incriminating. Silra descends with blade ready, every creak a potential alarm. Her pointed ears twitch, teal eyes tracking light across the women's skin below. The binding spell's threads shimmer faint along ceiling joists—silence ensured for now, but magic has limits when tested by panic or defiance. Two civilians upstairs. Awake earlier than expected. Post-coital evidence everywhere.