Soon, the two arrived at Nami's home.
Nami opened the door and helped Genya inside.
A small lamp was still lit in the living room.
Hearing the noise, Nami's mother came out from the inner room.
She was a gentle, graceful woman, and she paused when she saw her daughter helping the slightly tipsy Genya inside.
"Mother, Genya... he's had a little too much to drink, and his home is far away. I'll help him to my room so he can rest for a while."
Nami tried to sound natural, but she could not stop the blush rising on her face, and her gaze was a little evasive.
Her mother's eyes moved between her daughter's face, with its forced composure, and Genya, who leaned against her with his eyes closed and a faint smile on his lips.
She knew her daughter all too well, and she also knew how much Genya meant to both the clan and her daughter.
She understood perfectly well what the scene before her meant.
She asked no further questions, merely nodded gently and reminded her.
"All right. Take good care of Young Master Genya. I'll prepare some tea to help him sober up, and some hot water."
With that, she turned and went to the kitchen, considerately leaving the young people some space.
Nami breathed a sigh of relief, though her mother's knowing look left her even more embarrassed.
Not daring to linger, she helped Genya straight to her bedroom.
As she pushed open the bedroom door, a young woman's delicate fragrance greeted them.
Nami helped Genya to the bed and had him sit down.
Only then did Genya open his eyes and look around the distinctly feminine space.
Standing before Genya, Nami looked at his handsome, upturned face, his gaze assessing despite the alcohol,