SB: A Dish Best Served With Magic
'Lavinia? What happened to you?' Alban asked in a surprised tone as his companion came into his cave. Ever since he'd been applying himself studiously to the practice of magic, he'd finally tapped into the power of telepathic communication. He had long learned the common tongue of Lavinia's kind, and now he was able to actually 'speak' directly to her, instead of merely having to communicate through body language alone. It made communication so much easier now that he was able to respond with more than just a nod or shake of his head.
Now he looked at his companion, who was looking wet, bedraggled, and thoroughly humiliated. He cheeks still held a tinge of color, and she refused to even look into his eyes. If she wouldn't even look at him, she must be ashamed indeed. When she sat down with her back to him, he snaked his head over, and rested it beside her.
'What happened?' He prompted,