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Wei Ying couldn't sleep. The weight of his thoughts pressed down on him, making the stillness of the night unbearable. Deciding to put his restlessness to good use, he slipped out of bed and padded into the kitchen. The soft glow of the moon spilled through the window as he worked, slicing vegetables and stirring broth with careful precision. When he was done, he placed the meal into a small basket and headed to Wanji's chamber.

Pushing the door open quietly, Wei Ying stepped into Wanji's chamber. He crossed to the bed and crouched beside Wanji, his voice barely above a whisper. "Baby, are you okay?" He took Wanji's hand in his, pressing a tender kiss to his knuckles.

Wanji stirred, his lips curling into a faint smile as he leaned into Wei Ying's touch. "Now that you're here, I feel a little better," he murmured, his voice soft and laced with fatigue.

"I made something for you to eat," Wei Ying said, pulling the basket closer. He opened it carefully, revealing the warm meal he had prepared.

Wanji sat up slowly, the aroma wafting toward him. "Smells good," he said, taking the bowl Wei Ying handed him and digging in.

As Wanji ate, Wei Ying sat beside him, his expression darkening. "I don't trust Niobe," he said abruptly.

Wanji looked up, chewing thoughtfully. "I don't trust him either," he replied, his voice muffled by the food in his mouth.

Before Wei Ying could say more, a voice from behind startled him. "Why don't you trust him?" Ayana asked, her tone calm but probing. Wei Ying turned to meet her gaze, her eyes sharp and questioning.

"There's something off about him. Call it primal instinct," Wei Ying said firmly.

"I trust my husband," Ayana replied, her chin lifting slightly in defiance.

"As you should," Wei Ying said evenly. Then, after a pause, he added, "Can you channel me?" His gaze shifted briefly to Wanji, silently warning him not to interfere.

Ayana smirked, her lips curling. "I can do that."

Wanji frowned, his tone cautious. "Memory spells are dangerous, Ayana."

"I can control my magic," Ayana snapped, her eyes narrowing. Her voice held a sharp edge, but there was also a flicker of pride.

Wei Ying said nothing, watching her closely. The room filled with an uneasy tension, the unspoken weight of what was to come pressing down on them all.

The Full Moon is in two days. "We'll do it then," Ayana said, her voice steady, though her heart raced.

"This stays between us," Wanji warned, his dark eyes locking onto Ayana's.

"I know," Ayana replied, meeting his gaze.

"Not even Niobe," Wanji added firmly.

Ayana hesitated but nodded. "Understood." With that, she turned on her heel, her sandals whispering against the floor. "I'll leave you two to it."

As the door clicked shut behind her. "This is good," Wanji said, munching on the food with deliberate care.

Wei Ying smiled, pouring water into a cup and handing it to Wanji. "Made it especially for you," he replied, his tone soft but playful.

Wanji finished eating, and Wei Ying gently took the plate from his hands, placing it into the basket.

"Let's take a walk," Wei Ying whispered, his voice teasing yet sincere.