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The smaller looked her servant up and down once more before nodding. It was nice to have at least one person in which Luciel could trust, even if it was her trust that put her in this situation to begin with. It seems as if the want to be feel safe around someone is more than something humans long for.
❝ Well, seeing that you are asking for my forgiveness, I do not see why I can not spare what you seek. You are forgiven, for the time being. ❞
❝ Anyway, are you feeling alright? ❞ Though still displeased her tone was softer, almost caring.
Spared by innocence, from a glower expression at absurd volition embarked beforehand, perked ears accommodate ease; beseech, after trespassing boundaries heeding another before the danger looming ahead, won't be achieved, rather draped overhead by a thread, and teasingly mocks at your height. Interjected phalanges withdrew stabled cloth carried within your right pocket ontop torso region, gentle dips have the minor wound's crimson tails attach itself.
" I've neither been better nor worse. 'Tis a small price for me to endure for quite a bit, though I'll manage. "