Asmodeus sat on the edge of Vinea's bed, his hand brushing through her hair with a faint smile. The others left before he noticed, maybe returning to Ygrenne's room.
"Was it difficult for you?"
"Mm?" Vinea brushed against his palm as she closed her eyes.
'It's strange to feel his gentle touch... normally we train together, this treatment usually goes to the girls like Asmodea or Sariel.' The cool touch of his palm helped, and she couldn't help but feel the heat that raged in her chest fading the longer he stroked.
Vinea was happy when Lumina left the room, because she wanted some time to monopolise Asmodeus.
"It's strange, I almost died..." She smiled weakly. "This body... I felt so helpless."
"You did well." He complimented, causing her to smile shyly.
"You know... when it happened." Her eyes peeked up at him. "All I could see and think of was you, the image of you leaving me, of becoming an enemy and abandoning me."
