"Ilyana?"
"Oohhh... Oscar," Ilyana said. "What are you doing up this late?"
"Couldn't sleep," Oscar said, squinting at Ilyana. "What about you? Is something the matter?"
"I'm just... So hungry," Ilyana sighed. Oscar looked surprised for a moment, then laughed.
"Of course," He said. "Well, I can fix you something if you want... What would you like?"
"Oh... Thank you, Oscar!" Ilyana seemed to brighten up. "Anything is fine, so long as there's loads of it."
Oscar nodded. "Of course," He chuckled.
Not long after, Ilyana was sitting down on a makeshift chair with a large, steaming bowl of soup. It didn't take her long to finish it off. Then another bowl. And another. And another...
"My, my," Oscar laughed. "Perhaps I should have made more."
"It's delicious," Ilyana sighed, huffing slightly after downing the last of the hot food.
"I'm happy to hear you say so," Oscar smiled.
Ilyana stood up, walked over and wrapped her arms around the taller paladin, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Thank you, Oscar."
"Y-You're... You're welcome..." The flustered, but really quite pleased Oscar said, before hugging her back.
Ilyana looked back up into his eyes agin, then ever so slightly brushed her lips against his.
"Goodnight... Oscar."
