"I think I can handle it as long as you return to me eventually," she murmurs, grabbing hold of her dress and shoving it down over her hips, stepping out of it as it drops to the floor.

The bed rests just beyond, through sheer curtains, and she nudges them aside to climb onto the mattress, bare and waiting, propping herself up on her elbows.

"I hope you two like each other enough," Saffron teases.