Damon stilled.
The contact was brief, soft, uncertain, like she was testing a boundary she hadn't meant to cross. Lirae lingered for a second longer than she needed to, then slowly pulled back, her pale cheeks now dusted with the faintest rose hue.
Damon didn't move. Didn't speak. Just let the silence settle between them, warm and strange. Blood Reign, predictably, was screaming with glee in his mind.
"She kissed you! She kissed you! Oh, how scandalous! She wants to offer more blood, I can taste it—"
"You are not feeling too weak now, huh? Maybe I should ask you about some important things. Hey, little red, how about you tell me how to stabilize my bloodline?" Damon shot back to the weapon spirit mentally.
Instant silence. Damon sighed inwardly. He looked at Lirae again. The half elf blushed as she looked down. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to speak but couldn't find the words.
