Alastair
My angry and loud voice had no apparent effect on Nyala as she continued to hold onto the towel that had slipped to the floor. It was as if she was frozen in the moment, unable to react to the unfolding situation.
"Alast, I—" Warren dramatically burst into the room, kicking the door open.
"Wow. What a sight." His eyes immediately focused on the lower half of my body, and a sly smile crept onto his lips.
"Get out, both of you!" I yelled again, my frustration evident. This time, Nyala seemed to finally register my command. She quickly got up from the floor and handed the fallen towel back to me, her eyes casted down in embarrassment.
"Your... towel," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. I snatched the towel from her with a hiss, wrapping it tightly around my
