“You can hold your tongue,” Nyla quipped, brushing him off with a flick of her wrist. “Can’t you see I’m in the midst of a conversation with Denver?”
Denver let out a soft chuckle, rising to his feet with an air of purpose.
“I ought to take my leave. There are matters awaiting my attention.”
“Very well,” Nyla replied, seeing no need to detain him further. They had made remarkable strides today, after all. “Do convey my gratitude to your mother, and take care on your journey home.”
“I shall.”
Denver assured her, his step buoyant as he departed, a quiet elation evident in his demeanor.
And Nyla? Her heart glowed with equal delight.
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