Theramore's night was gentle, but a subtle atmosphere hung over the living room of Deren's home.
Tyrande finally changed into that maid outfit, though she wore a black velvet robe provided by Onyxia over it. Holding a cup of flower tea, she curled up in a corner of the sofa, her face carrying a long-lost sense of relaxation. Onyxia had initially been somewhat wary, but seeing that Tyrande truly was just quietly drinking tea, her expression softened. She even commented, "Actually, the lace trim goes quite well with your hair."
Deren tried his best not to look around, focusing on the flames in the fireplace. For the hundred and third time, he warned himself, Don't imagine things. She's the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess, the Night Elf leader who has lived for ten thousand years.
After serving the tea, Jaina quietly sat to one side. Whenever she noticed someone's teacup was empty, she would step forward to refill it. And she refilled Deren's cup the most often.
When Deren saw her come over again to refill the cup from which he had only taken one sip, he hesitated before softly saying, "No need to rush, Jaina."
The former Princess of Lordaeron took the opportunity to lean closer as she bent over to pour the tea and whispered, "Deren, do you like that kind of outfit? I can wear one too!"
"No, that's not it!" Deren suddenly felt as though he had triggered some switch that never should have existed, and he rejected her in a dry voice.
But Jaina said, "I understand. Don't worry, I got the message. Just remember to wake up a little earlier."
Deren had no idea what message she thought she had received, so he could only find an excuse. "Don't lead Anveena astray! She's