“Okay, Enna! You’re good! Nice work! Go ahead and take a lunch break!”
Enna nodded, taking the headphones off and resting them on the music stand in front of her. She looked at the glass window a few feet away, where she could see a few men and women clapping and offering encouraging smiles. Unsure of how else to react, Enna offered them a smile and bowed her head. She walked to the door of the recording studio and poked her head through, her head-wings flapping restlessly. “Um, excuse me,” she looked at the man sitting in the chair in front of the console. Upon hearing her voice, he glanced in her direction. “We need to rerecord the second verse and the bridge, right? What time do I need to come back?”
“Maybe around one or one-thirty?” the man replied, scratching his beard and staring at the console screen. “Well, we will be ready for you at around that time. But if you want to take a break for a bit longer, no problems there. You can come in at two or two-thirty if you want more time. I’m sure that it must be tiring for you to sing like that and keep doing retakes all morning, so just take it easy.”
Another staff member nodded her head enthusiastically, her arms folded across her chest. “You did a lot of great takes today! That song is so demanding and hard on your throat, too!” she said, her brown ponytail wagging up and down. “You sounded as incredible as you usually do, Miss Alouette!”
“U-uh…thank you so much, ma’am,” Enna bowed her head again, uncertain how else she should respond. “Anyway, I’ll just be back after I eat lunch.”
The staff members all nodded their heads and waved their hands in goodbye as Enna bowed her head a third time and opened the door to the hallway outside. She waved goodbye in return, walking backward until she’d cleared the doorframe. Once she’d closed the door, Enna let out a quiet sigh; she slouched forward, her head-wings drooping down the sides of her face. Without the eyes of an entire studio’s worth of staff on her, it felt like a weight had been lifted off Enna’s shoulders.
“Heard you from out here. You’re really killing it today, Miss Alouette.”
Enna groaned, glancing at the purple-haired half-dragon that was sitting a few feet away on a bench with a teasing grin on her face. “Please, Selen, I don’t wanna hear any of that from you too.”
“It was a genuine compliment, though!” Selen retorted, raising an eyebrow. “I could hear you hitting the high notes over and over again. You sounded great in there.”
Enna shrugged. “Thanks, but, like, I’m just singin’ the song, so I dunno what to tell you,” she said, glancing at her watch. “…how long have you been out here, anyway? Were you waiting for me?”
“Duh,” Selen patted her backpack. “I brought lunch for the both of us, remember? I decided to take my lunch break a few minutes ago, so I figured I’d wait for you.”
Enna glanced at Selen’s backpack and then looked back at her, smiling sheepishly. “…oh. I’mma be honest. I forgot you made us food.”
“Gee, thanks, Enna.”
“My bad,” Enna beckoned for Selen to follow her. “C’mon. We can eat in the break room.”
Selen nodded and stood up, hoisting her backpack on one shoulder and readjusting the cap on her head. The lunar sky dragon followed closely behind Enna as the pair walked through the hallway that eventually led them to a larger room with tables and chairs arranged much like a cafeteria. Enna immediately sat down in the closest chair, Selen shrugging before sitting opposite of the songbird and setting her backpack on the table. She rummaged through the contents and handed Enna a Tupperware that was still warm to the touch.
“What did you make, anyway?” Enna asked, eyeing the container in her hands and beginning to undo the plastic latches of the lid.
“Actually, this is a perfect opportunity for you to tell me if I fucked up or not,” Selen pulled out a second identical Tupperware and set it down in front of her, proceeding to hand Enna a fork and spoon. “I actually forgot to call you up and ask you what you wanted to eat, so I ended up looking through foods that would be good for, like, singers to eat. That’s my bad, actually. You don’t have to eat it if it doesn’t match your diet or something. I’ll just treat you to something else. There’re a few nice places nearby.”
Enna raised an eyebrow, holding back a laugh of disbelief as she took the utensils from the half-dragon. “Selen, I dunno what you’re going on about. I think I eat a lot like a normal person.”
“But, like, aren’t there foods and stuff you should avoid so that you take care of your throat or something?”
Enna put a finger to her chin. “Uh, I guess so. I mean, you shouldn’t drink ice-cold stuff, really. Also, I think taking in a lot of dairy products can be bad. Apart from that, just avoid eating a lot of the usual unhealthy stuff, probably. I mean…honestly, Selen, I know what you’re saying. But I think that if you just eat right and eat healthy, you don’t really need to think about this whole diet-for-singers thing. I know I don’t think about it too much.”
Selen nodded her head. “I guess that’s true. Anyway, I made us some baked salmon and salt-and-pepper mashed potatoes. I remember reading something about how fried food can be bad for the throat, so I avoided that.”
The songbird nodded her head with a soft smile as she removed the lid of the container in front of her. As the dragon had said, a slab of pink meat was revealed alongside a bed of yellow mashed potatoes. Small bits of parsley were scattered across the top of the meat. “Dang, Selen. Were you actually thinking I wasn’t gonna eat this? This actually looks really, really good.”
“Nah, I think I fucked up on one of them, to be honest. This one, see?” Selen removed the lid of her Tupperware to reveal another serving of the same meal. Enna squinted, struggling to find any signs that it was cooked differently in any way compared to the one she had. “I left this one a little too long in the oven ‘cuz I got distracted by Ember when I heard him knocking something over in my room. If you look closely, you can sorta see that it’s a little burnt here and there,” Selen explained, pointing at parts of the fish with her finger.
Enna did look closer, as per Selen’s guidance, and noticed that some small parts of the fish meat were blackened. “Oh, dang. Did Ember break anything?” she asked, looking up at Selen.
“That’s what I was afraid of, and I was scared he might’ve yanked the plug out of my PC or something.” Selen laughed, unwrapping the tissue wound around her fork and spoon before beginning to poke at her food. “Turns out he just knocked over my chair while chasing a mosquito or something.”
“He’s a dragon, isn’t he?” Enna took a small spoonful of the mashed potatoes and tasted it. Pleased with the seasoning, she stabbed a piece of the fish and brought it to her mouth. She caught a hint of lemon and basil on the skin of the salmon in her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly and cut another piece for herself, eager for more. “Can’t he, like, shoot fire and take care of it or something?” she asked as she put another forkful of food into her mouth.
“I trained him not to do that,” Selen cut a piece of her slightly charred salmon and ate it, chewing as she spoke. “Ember might burn down the house if I just let him breathe fire whenever he wants, so I made sure that he never does it without my permission.”
Enna blinked, the wings on her head flapping once. “Oh…that’s actually a good point, I didn’t think about that. Wait, but you’re a dragon, too, Selen. Your house isn’t fireproofed?”
“Wha-? No? Do you magicproof your whole house, Enna? I’m pretty sure you don’t. You know how expensive and time-consuming it will be to make sure all the furniture is flame-retardant?”
“Well, you’re right, I don’t. But I don’t have a pet that could make me homeless if they breathed wrong. And besides, I think you oughta do something to fireproof your house since you can breathe fire too, Selen. What if you sneeze and your carpet or your curtains start burning? Your insurance company is crying, y’know. Besides, can’t you just, like, I dunno…Elira can probably do some flameproofing magic or something, right? Why don’t you do that?”
“Y’know, Enna, you probably have a really good point. But this isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh, you wanted to talk to me about something?”
Selen nodded, her head-wings flapping eagerly. Resting her fork against the Tupperware in front of her, she reached into her jacket pocket. She pulled out a pen while her tail disappeared into her open backpack. It emerged coiled around a small green notebook, bringing it up to the table and dropping it into Selen’s other hand. “Yeah. I wanted to ask you about singing tips, actually. I mean, if you don’t mind.”
Enna stopped chewing and stared at Selen. “Uh…well, I don’t mind. But, like…really? I don’t know if anything I say can really help you.”
“Nah, anything from you would probably be helpful for me, honestly,” Selen shook her head, clicking the pen with her thumb. “I’m literally, like, a complete novice when it comes to anything related to singing. Even just telling me the exercises that you do on the regular would be enough. You do those, right? Vocal training exercises?”
Enna nodded, her finger tapping against the table's surface as she tried to recall the exercises she had done. “Oh, yeah. It’s not like I do those every day, but those kinds of things are good to warm up your throat. When I used to do them more often, I’d probably spend maybe…I dunno, thirty minutes or an hour on these exercises. That’s a good number to start with.”
“Hm…I see…” Selen nodded intently. Her head-wings began to flap restlessly as she started writing things down. “I was watching some videos online, and I saw like these vocal exercises where they’re going ‘mee-mee-mee-mee-mee,’” she said, her voice rising and falling to a melody to demonstrate what she meant.
Enna couldn’t help but smile at hearing Selen’s cute voice when she sang the melody of the vocal exercise. It contrasted the lunar sky dragon’s speaking voice so considerably that Enna was unable to stop doubting her ears every time she heard Selen sing. “Yeah, exercises like those are good to do every day. Honestly, any of the vocal training exercises that you learned from that stream are a good reference. After that…uh, you can probably just look up some more on the internet. YouTube’s got a ton of those.”
Selen nodded, her gaze trained on the paper before her as she scribbled down notes. “Gotcha. So…do I do these every day?”
“That’s probably a good way to get started, yeah.” Enna leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm as she ate another spoonful of salmon and mashed potato. “If you want, I can send you some links later for the kinds that I would use.”
“That would be awesome, thanks,” Selen looked back up at Enna, grinning. “Anything else?”
“Hmm…” Enna tilted her head slightly. “It’s good to be aware of the kind of voice that you have. If you consider that while picking the kind of songs you sing, you won’t end up accidentally picking a song that is too much for you or out of your range. You won’t strain your voice that way.”
Selen blinked, surprised. “I never actually thought about that,” she said, returning her attention to the notebook and writing down more notes. “So, what are you supposed to do if you really wanna sing a certain song, but it doesn’t match your voice or your range?”
“It helps to sing the song in a key that is more comfortable for your range. If the song hits notes that are too high for you, then just adjust the song,” Enna placed her fingers over her throat and tapped them. “There’s a lot of people that have this problem where they want to sing a certain song, but it’s sung by someone with a higher range, so they end up straining their voice when they have to sing the higher notes. Usually, they end up singing in a lower octave, but that might be too awkward. To avoid that, you can usually look for instrumentals of a song you like that are in a higher or lower key. You don’t have to force yourself to sing the song in a way that hurts your throat. It doesn’t make sense to force yourself to sing a song from Maroon 5 if your voice is more suited for…I dunno, Pavarotti or something.”
“I see. Interesting…” Selen muttered the sound of pen on paper growing louder and more intense. The table wobbled under the force of her writing. “I never considered that. Thanks, Enna. I knew that asking you was gonna be helpful.”
Enna leaned further forward, stealing a glance at the notebook. Even though the words were upside-down to her, she could tell that Selen was writing down the details of their conversation from beginning to end. She blinked, surprised, when she noticed minor little bullet points, underlined words, double-underlines, and even small little circles and arrows connecting different points and phrases of interest in the small journal. “You’re really writing all of this down, huh?”
Selen looked up at Enna, her hand pausing for a moment. “I mean, yeah. I’m getting advice from one of the best singers I know. Gotta write it all down, or I’m gonna forget it before I get home later.”
Enna felt blood rush to her cheeks. “D-don’t call me that.”
“I mean, it’s true,” Selen replied matter-of-factly. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Enna. You’re actually, like, one of the most talented and hardworking people I know with a godlike voice.”
The songbird felt her ears growing hot. “Dude, it feels so weird to hear straightforward compliments from you. Not gonna lie, I think I’d prefer it if you just said something means to me instead.”
“What the fu-?” Selen raised an eyebrow at Enna. “What, am I not allowed to be nice? Am I not allowed to compliment one of the best singers I’ve ever heard? I bring facts and logic to the table, Enna.”
“I dunno, man. It’s embarrassing to hear.” Enna’s shoulder shrank into her body, her head-wings curling into themselves and flattening against the sides of her head.
Selen tilted her head, leaning against the backrest of her chair. “Why? I’m sure you get compliments on your singing from everyone. Hell, the people in the recording studio just now were saying nice things about you.”
“I mean, you’re not wrong, but…” Enna shrugged. “I dunno, it’s even weirder coming from you.”
To that, the lunar sky dragon huffed. “Oh, so now it’s a ‘me’ problem? Gee, thanks, Enna. I’ll just shut up and finish writing down your advice, then.”
Enna just sighed and smiled. She knew Selen well enough by now to understand how her jabs and banter worked, so she chose to let her be. The songbird continued to eat her food in silence, the sound of the pen against paper the only noise occupying the space between the two. As the seconds melted into minutes, Enna couldn’t help but observe Selen’s hand as it furiously wrote word after word into the pages of the notebook. The dragon hadn’t even returned to her food since her first bite, focused as she was.
“You’ve hardly even touched your food, y’know,” Enna couldn’t help but break the silence. It felt unnatural to her; the very idea of being in the same room as Selen and not hearing her talk or laugh every ten seconds was foreign to the songbird. “You’re really taking this seriously, huh?”
“Of course I am,” Selen replied, still focused on writing. Enna could hear the hollow metallic sound of the dragon’s tail tapping and knocking repeatedly against the leg of the table. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. Don’t take it the wrong way. It’s just…” Enna paused, taking a moment to choose her words. “…it’s more like I didn’t expect you to take singing so seriously.”
“Well…” Selen put the pen down and turned a page in the notebook, looking up at Enna. Her hand transferred to her fork, cutting off a piece of her salmon and eating it before continuing. “I dunno about ‘taking singing seriously’ like what you said. It’s more like…I dunno, it’s more like I’m just doing what I gotta do so that the recording will turn out the way I want it to. There’s no way around it, right? I just gotta get good and learn how to sing better. I’m not like you or Elira, so I have to figure out ways to improve. In other words, I gotta get good at singing if I want the song to turn out good, right?”
Enna frowned. “I mean…I guess you’re not wrong, but…I dunno, I feel like there aren’t many people who’d go this hard at learning how to sing and all, especially when they think it’s outside of their comfort zone. There’s, like, a couple dozen singers or performers who don’t even do vocal exercises, Selen. I hope you know that. So, seeing you put all this work in is…” Enna leaned forward, smiling. “I gotta say, it’s kinda nice. I knew you were hardworking, but it’s really cool to see you be like that for everything you do, including this, y’know?”
It was Selen’s turn to feel her face flush. “I-I’m only doing what I gotta do make sure the song turns out as good as it can be, so…”
“You’re one of the most hardworking people I know.” Enna snickered. “I don’t think that even you realize that sometimes. Have you looked at your own schedule? When was the last time you took a break?”
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Selen’s head-wings scrunched up against the sides of her head as if to shield her from making eye contact with Enna. She returned her hand to the page, continuing to write down her list of bullet points. “Also, that’s not true. There’s plenty of other people in Nijisanji EN that are super hardworking.”
Enna shook her head. “That argument literally makes zero sense. You aren’t any more or less hardworking based on what others are doing. Just because someone else is hardworking doesn’t mean you aren’t hardworking by comparison.”
Selen opened her mouth to protest but no words left her lips, closing it as she took a moment to give thought to Enna’s words. “That…actually makes sense. I can’t argue with that. Huh.” She stared into space with her eyebrows knit.
Enna smirked, reaching out with her fork, and cutting a piece of Selen’s. She stabbed it and held it out to the dragon. “Now, c’mon. Your food’s literally been sitting there looking unhappy for the past few minutes, and it pains me to watch. Eat. C’mon, say ah~”
Selen looked at the fork in front of her and then at Enna, raising an eyebrow while trying not to laugh. “The fuck, Enna?”
“I’m already done eating, Selen. I’m literally waiting on you, c’mon. Here comes the train.”
To Enna’s surprise, Selen didn’t snatch the fork from her. Instead, she leaned forward and closed her eyes. Brushing her bangs back over her ear with one hand, she gently bit the piece of fish meat off the fork.
“Bro,” Enna muttered as Selen returned to a neutral sitting position. “Why’d you do it like that?”
Selen raised her eyebrow, confused. “Like what?”
“Why’d you have to eat it like a sexy supermodel about to give someone head?”
The wings on Selen’s head flared outward as her eyes widened. Her tail made a loud bang as it recoiled, scraping against one of the legs of her chair. “What the fuck? I did not eat it like that. Now you’re just seeing things how you wanna see them, Enna.”
“No, you did the thing where you tuck your hair behind your ear in a super sexy way, and then you leaned in like you were gonna…y’know.”
“No, I know what you’re talking about, Enna. Why was that the first thing that came to mind? You’ve been hanging out with Nina and Mika too much, haven’t you?”
“Okay, to be fair, mom would definitely do that kind of thing, and Mika would probably bring it up in some random conversation. But that’s not why; I remember seeing it in some anime I watched with Millie and Elira a long time ago.”
“The fuck kind of anime are you watching with my sister?”
“I dunno, man. Crunchyroll’s just kinda crazy sometimes, okay? It’s not my fault they put that shit there for anyone to click on.”
Enna stabbed another piece of the food in Selen’s Tupperware and held it out for the dragon to bite, slowly inching it closer to her lips with every passing second. “C’mon, man, hurry it up. I don’t know how or why you’re writing a thesis in that notebook of yours, but we’ve still gotta go back to the recording studio in, like…uh…” she quickly pulled out her phone to make sure of the time before she finished her sentence. “Thirty-one minutes.”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. I was just making a rough routine to follow for practice based on what you told me,” Selen leaned in to take the forkful of fish into her mouth as she continued to write in the notebook. “I’m gonna set some alarms later when I get home so that I don’t forget, too.”
Enna chose not to say anything more, simply feeding more forkfuls to Selen in silence. It became a cycle of movements for her: cut off a piece of salmon, stab it, hold it out for Selen to bite off while glancing at her notebook to see if she was done writing, let out the smallest of sighs when she saw that she was far from finished, and then rinse and repeat. The minutes dragged on, and though it was an unexpected turn of events for Enna, she also couldn’t say that she minded it. It was almost therapeutic, even cute, to go through the motions. There was something about watching Selen diligently taking notes and obediently eating off a fork being offered to her that was strikingly adorable to Enna.
She would never admit that to Selen, though.
Enna glanced at the wall clock, impressed that only thirty minutes had passed since they had sat down, before resting more of her weight against her palm as she leaned against the table. Getting comfortable seemed important. It didn’t look like they wouldn’t be done anytime soon, after all. She stifled a yawn as she cut off yet another piece of fish and offered it to Selen.
“…hey, Enna?” Selen broke the silence suddenly. She put the tip of the pen to her chin, her eyes still fixed on the notebook in front of her. “By the way…”
“Yeah?”
“How’d you get so good at singing?”
Enna blinked. The wings on her head flapped once as she tilted her head. “Uh…practice?”
“…makes sense, I guess.”
“Uh…were you expecting a different answer, Selen?”
“I dunno, maybe. You’ve got such a…I dunno, you make it seem so effortless sometimes. I know it isn’t effortless, and you put in a lot of work to sing the way you do. But…sometimes, I listen to your karaoke streams or recorded singles, and when I do, I wish I had a voice like yours. That kind of thing, y’know? I guess that’s why I asked.”
Hearing that, Enna pulled the fork away as Selen was about to bite down on it. When her teeth met each other instead of making contact with meat as she’d expected, the dragon stopped scribbling and looked up to see Enna with a disapproving look on her face. “Why you gotta be so hard on yourself?”
Selen blinked, confused. “What? What do you mean?”
“You literally just compared yourself to me. Don’t do that. It’s not healthy. You know that.”
The dragon looked flabbergasted. She blinked, her wings flaring outward. “Huh? What are you-? No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, isn’t it just natural to look at it that way? You, Millie, Elira…you guys are some of the best singers I’ve ever heard in my life. So…y’know…I need a point of reference.”
To that, Enna shook her head. “…I like your voice when you sing, Selen. It’s adorable.”
Selen’s eyebrows knit, her cheeks turning scarlet. Though it was noontime, and the room was bright, Enna could barely make out a cherry-red tint on the tip of her ears. “Why, all of a sudden? Also, wait, you listen to me sing?”
“Of course I do! It’s a shame you keep a lot of it unarchived, y’know that? I think it’s super cute how you’re most confident with Disney songs. Like, your energy and your voice change so much when you’re singing. I loved your Christmas one, too.”
Selen’s wings flared out before curling in to conceal her face. Her tail began to coil around one of the legs of the chair she was sitting on, squeezing the metal tightly. “They’re, like, the only songs I know how to sing.”
Enna gave Selen a flat stare. “Selen, you have no idea how much I want to be able to sing like that. I can’t sing cute like you, and I literally can’t.”
“What? But you’re Enna! You’re, like, the literal songbird! Don’t you have, like, a cute voice that you can turn on whenever you want?”
Enna shrugged. “I wish, man. But I don’t. And that’s beside the point,” she said, pointing the fork in her hand at Selen. “If I can sing stuff that you can’t, then that also means you can sing stuff I can’t. That’s just how things are. Let me ask you a question, too, then: how are you so good at FPS games, Selen?”
“Uh…practice, I guess.”
“See? Same answer as mine when it came to singing, right? But if you asked me, I couldn’t dream of beginning to do anything even close to what you can do in those games. The way I see it, you make it look like you’re not even breaking a sweat. But it’s not like you’re relying on raw talent alone to do what you do, right?” Enna waved the fork around as she made her point. “You put in a lot of work to do what you’ve done. But if I told you that I wanted to get better at shooters, what would you say to me?”
Selen smiled begrudgingly. “…I’d probably tell you that you could do it if you put in the effort and the time.”
“Exactly,” Enna huffed, cutting off another piece of salmon and stabbing it. She held the fork out to Selen. “So, you’re no different from me if you really think about it.”
Selen’s tail uncoiled around the table leg below her. She reached out, taking the fork from Enna, and began to eat her food on her own. She looked down at the food and ate in silence for a few minutes before looking up at Enna once more. “I, uh…didn’t expect you to react like that to what I said, but…thanks, Enna.”
“If it means anything to you, Selen,” Enna began packing away the Tupperware in front of her, closing the lid with a loud clack. “I’d love to see you at a concert one day. I think hearing you sing cute songs would be a great time.”
Selen chuckled, chowing down the remainder of her food in a hurry and downing a gulp of water from her water bottle. “Probably not gonna happen anytime soon. But I appreciate the thought.”
“You know what else you’re good at? Cooking. This tasted really good,” Enna said as she pushed the Tupperware across the table in Selen’s direction. “I wouldn’t mind eating your cooking again sometime.”
Selen’s expression brightened up. “You wanna come over later? I have some braised pork belly that’ll be ready by the time I get back,” she offered, taking the plastic containers and tossing them into her bag.
Hearing that, Enna groaned. “…shit, you just had to say braised pork belly, didn’t you?”
Selen grinned, her tail extending upward to playfully poke at Enna’s side. “Think of it as thanks for today, I think I owe you that much.”
“Shit, Selen, if giving you singing advice means I get to eat your cooking for free, then I’ll be your personal coach!” Enna laughed.
“You can’t be that easy, Enna.” Selen snickered, zipping up her bag and getting to her feet. She began walking in the direction of the recording booths, beckoning with her head for Enna to come with her.
Enna shrugged, getting to her feet and following closely behind Selen. “I’m a simple woman, Selen. You had me at food.”
The dragon laughed, placing her hand on Enna’s head and gently patting it as they walked. She was careful not to ruffle her hair or the feathers on her head-wings too much. “Thanks again, by the way.”
“For what?” Enna said, looking up at Selen. To the dragon’s surprise, Enna didn’t seem resistant to Selen’s hand patting her head. Seconds passed, and Selen was surprised to see that Enna didn’t raise her hand to bat or push her hand away.
“For saying what you said about my singing,” Selen replied, smiling. “I didn’t think I needed to hear it, but it felt…nice.”
“What, for saying I think you’re cute when you sing?”
Selen’s cheeks turned a shade of pink once more. “Well…yeah.”
“You’re welcome,” Enna replied, offering a warm smile in return. “That’s part of the whole coach gig, anyway. Gotta encourage you so that you’ll do your best.”
Selen grinned. “Thanks. Hey, we’ve got some time to kill before we go back to recording. Think you can be a coach and teach me a bit of the vocal exercises? I know there’s a free room with a piano and other stuff down the hallway we came from.”
“Already? Sure thing, I guess. Just the basics, though, okay?”
Grinning from ear to ear, Selen stepped forward and pulled Enna into a snug embrace. “Thanks so much, Enna!”
Before a curt response could leave her lips, Enna looked up just in time to see Selen’s beaming smile inches away from her face. She bit back her words, unsure if her heart had stopped beating or if it was racing at a million miles a minute. Unable to tell if her face was hot or if it was just because their bodies were smooshed together, Enna decided not to think about it too hard.
After all, she didn’t mind feeling this way.
She would never admit that to Selen, though.
At least, in her mind, not for now.