In the dim light of the house's cozy hallway, Erik stood in comfortable clothes with Elora on his shoulder. The air around them was still a little charged with the remnants of their somewhat emotional discussion with Viljar.
After Elora's polite demand, Erik sighed and continued to hold the medallion up to his shoulder so that Elora could inspect it. It wasn't like he was actually getting tired; it just wasn't very comfortable.
Luckily, it didn't take her more than a few seconds to finish.
Elora released a sigh, her tiny shoulders drooping ever so slightly, indicating her investigation had tired her out a little. Although, not too tired to toss another small jab at Erik. So she giggled, "Alright, I'm done; you can rest your oh-so-weary arm now."
Erik rolled his eyes and grinned as he lowered his arm, "Keep it up, my slutty little ember, and I'll make sure to make you beg for mercy later."
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