Getting the Dates Straight

“Hmph!”

“Oh~...?” A teasing twinkle fills the black pools of Beryl’s eyes, her blue-green iris’ glimmering behind the dark veil that hides them away. “Still poutin’, are ya~?” She playfully asks, pressing an elbow into the polished stone countertop as she leans further forwards, chin coming to rest atop her knuckles.

Thea glares across the kitchen, levelling her withering gaze on that tanned tomboy... who is utterly unbothered by her hostility, having long since gotten used to it.

“Now, come on... don’t ya be like tha’~!” The Dryad’s long and pointed ears wiggle with amusement as her verdant lips curl begin to curl into a rather smug smile. “Not everyone can be so blessed as Ah~. Ta be marked by the one we love~... And fer just the simple act o’ givin’ our very bein’ ta ‘er~...! Fer lettin’ ‘er take all o’ our ‘oles~...! Fer ‘avin’ ‘er fill our mouths, pussies, and arses wit’ ‘er essence~!”

Those lewdly moaned words cause a deep red blush to blossom across Thea’s face. Which the girl, quite predictably, tries to ignore. “A-arrogant Elf hag...!” She softly stammers, spinning back towards the stove and taking a moment to straighten out her homemade apron, doing everything she can to distract herself from her own arousal.

“We weren’t really expecting her to get a ‘mark’ anyway.” Krvavy idly comments, rolling some stiff dough into small round lumps. She pauses her work for just a moment, glancing back over her shoulder and looking towards that tomboy who is oh so far away. “You didn’t get yours when I...” To say that the Drakling fucked her Dryad’s ass wouldn’t exactly be correct... The former Wood Elf did all of the work there. “When you gave that virginity to me. Only after we got to break in your new plant pussy did you get it. So –”

“So it isn’t tha’ we get it from bein’ so thoroughly fucked by ya, but more tha’ we need some special and very personally significant event fer yer mark ta be bestowed upon us.” Beryl finishes her Draconic lover’s thought, grinning widely as her free hand drops down beneath the counter, no doubt touching the mark in question. As she so often does. “Aye, we’ve all ‘eard Inanna’s theories~. And Ah can’t say she’s wrong either~. Bein’ the first woman ya fucked in the arse is amazin’ enough, so ta be the first ya took in all three holes, fully and right down ta the root as well~...! Haahhh~!” She shudders, as if her dexterous fingers just found her pointy little clit... “Ah’m truly blesssehddhnh~!”

“Hey!” Thea gives her ladle a threatening waggle, one that is perhaps too forceful as she all but swings that thing through the air... only to then curse under her breath as a few drops of soup splatter onto the counter. “You slutty Elf!” She shouts, quickly cleaning up her little mess. “Keep your perversions out of the kitchen!”

“Ah’m – ooOH~...! – technically not in the – hahhnh~! – kitchen~!” That degenerate Dryad lewdly laughs and moans, leaning back and using the hand her chin had been resting on to gesture at the empty hallway that these bar stools technically stand in. “But~! Nnnghhhh~! Al... alright~...” With a slow sigh, she pulls her hand back up out of her lap, idly licking the little bit of glistening nectar off her fingertips.

“Hmph...!” The silver-blonde brat huffs again, letting her ladle rest inside the large boiling pot as she adjusts the dial controlling this stoves temperature. “And... and that was special...! Giving my virginity – even that perverted one! – to my Dragon... and not having it taken from me...” Her kissable lips press into a pout as she glares at the Drakling standing nearby... while shuffling ever so slightly closer to that dickgirl. “It was my choice, unlike how my mouth and maidenhood were both sullied, you beast...!”

Krvavy just smiles and softly shakes her head, more than used to her first fiancée’s sweet and sour attitude. “I love you too~.” Her thick, meaty tail curls to the side, its tip loosely twisting around just one of that wonderful girl’s soft thighs.

Beryl all but stands up on her stool, leaning so far forwards that she is essentially laying atop the counter, stiff nipples pressing into that cool surface. A rather leafy hue colours her caramel cheeks as she so shamelessly stares at Thea’s bare ass, those supple cheeks jiggling and wiggling as the bratty blonde gets back to stirring the large pot of sour stew. “Oh, so ya didn’t just let yerself get sodomized so tha’ our dearest love could earn some more favour, huh~?”

Thea stiffens slightly, her spine straightening up. “Sh-shut up...!” She shudders but otherwise remains completely still, keeping her no doubt heavily flushed face turned away from both Drakling and Dryad.

Krvavy’s tail gives that girl’s thigh a light squeeze, struggling to ignore the heat emanating from the needy hole that its tip is far too close to. “If it makes you feel any better, the notification I got for, well, claiming you like that was slightly different from what I got for Beryl or Inanna.”

+3 Divine Favour, for fully claiming this brat as your own.

Different by a single word, but still. “So feel free to lord that fact over her~. I fully claimed you as my own, after all~.”

“Ach, ya already ‘ad a claim on ‘er before all o’ this.” A smile plays at the dismissive Dryad’s verdant lips as she breezily brushes all of that aside, casually dropping back down into her seat. “So Ah’m sure the ‘fully’ is just there because o’ tha’. It means nothin’ more.”

The silver-blonde brat simply rolls her eyes, that motion made obvious by how she subtly moves her head in the process.

“Anyway~...” The tanned tomboy’s teasing tone returns. “Even if ya didn’t end up gettin’ any favour... the three o’ ya still ‘ad fun and put on quite the show~...!”

That innocent comment causes Thea to all but throw her ladle into the pot she had been stirring as she suddenly spins around on the spot. “You...!” The furious girl stomps forwards just a single step, escaping from the barbarian’s ‘embrace’ as she leans over the ‘H’ shaped central counter and glares across the distance towards the Dryad. “You said that you would not watch!”

“No, no, no~. Ah said no such thing~.” Beryl’s smile just grows wider as she watches her fellow fiancée grow increasingly outraged. “Ah said tha’ Ah’d give ya space and not intrude~. Very different, those two things~.”

“That...! Y-you!”

“Ach, come on girl~. Ya played around in a Dryad’s grove, and are surprised tha’ the Dryad in question is aware o’ all tha’ ‘appened in ‘er domain~?” A glimmer of amusement fills Beryl’s face as she tries, and fails, to keep a serious tone. “The act started ta come apart partway through, but it was still quite the enjoyable show~. Personally, my favourite moment was when our dearest love nearly dropped ya, only ta discover just ‘ow acceptin’ yer arse really is~! Ya took ‘er length wit’ greater ease than Ah could ever ‘ope fer, and Ah’m a malleable lil’ plant~!”

“Y-y-you!” Thea stammers and shakes, as if short circuiting. “H-hag whore!”

“‘Whore’, huh~? Interestin’ choice o’ an insult~. Forget who ya played, Princess-Whore~?”

“Hmmph!” Thea takes the easy way out of this conversation and falls back on her default behaviour, crossing her arms beneath her covered chest as she lifts her chin high. Though, as usual, that haughty act of hers isn’t the most believable, spoiled by the bright blush colouring her cheeks. As well as the visible outlines of her stiff little nipples poking through her apron.

The Drakling’s tail finds that girl’s waist, gently guiding her back towards the stove. A strong arm is soon slung over her shoulders, the hand covered in flour and dough doing its best to not spread that little mess.

Emerald eyes glance back towards the tomboy. Not reprimanding or disapproving, just amused. And a little inquisitive. “Your butterflies...”

“Wha’ about those lil’ bugs, my dearest love~?”

“Did you watch us... through them?” Curiosity clings to that question, which causes Thea to bristle a bit within the barbarian’s half embrace. The noble girl would prefer to be defended by her Dragon, but... that brat also enjoys being bullied, so...

“Maybe~...” Beryl’s fingers intertwine, forming a nice woven bed for her chin to rest on as both of her elbows press into the smooth countertop. “Ta actually give ya an answer... Kinda? Maybe Ah’ll be able ta truly see through them in time, but fer now... Fer now Ah just get glimpses ‘ere and there. When Ah focus on tha’, Ah should add. And those glimpses are mostly sight, but Ah do get some sound too. Ohh, those sounds~...”

“Ugh...!” Thea groans in exaggerated annoyance, shrugging Krvavy’s arm off of her before grabbing the ladle once more. “Get back to work...! We do not have all day...!”

“Actually, we do~.” Krvavy’s eyes gleam even as she returns to the rough doughy balls before her. “Kinda the whole point of what we’re doing right now, getting as much ready for tomorrow as we can.”

“Then why is that horny hag not helping...?” The silver-blonde brat shoots Beryl another glare.

The Dryad meets that toothless gaze with a twinkle in her eyes. “Because it wouldn’t be nice ta make a birthday girl cook ‘er own birthday dinner~. And, sure, it isn’t really my birthday, but our sweetie was kind enough ta share ‘ers wit’ me and Inanna, so Ah’m countin’ it~.”

Thea just grumbles at that.

“If ya’d like, Ah could go and fetch Khalia, so tha’ ya’ll ‘ave an extra pair o’ ‘elpin’ ‘ands~. Though she might need a bit o’ wranglin’ ta make sure she doesn’t eat wha’ ya’re makin’ before it is ready~.”

“Ugh, even if that hyena could behave herself, I would rather not have to pluck her fur out of every dish she touches...”

Beryl simply shrugs, not surprised by that response. “Mmhn... Probably fer the best anyway. Not sure when ‘er birthday would’a been, but if we use when she became a Were-Beast... Well, maybe Adeline’d be alright wit’ sharin’ ‘er day wit’ one more person...?”

“It would make sense to use that as her birthday, but... I don’t know. Feels a bit off for some reason. Maybe because it is so close to yours?” Krvavy shrugs and softly shakes her head. “We can let her pick some other day, on her own. Maybe in a month or two, when everything is snowy and we could use a reason to be all happy and warm?”

“Aye, tha’ sounds like a plan. Ah’m sure Inanna’d ‘ave some ideas o’ a date we can pick, goin’ by some vague symbolism or another. Not tha’ yer Dwarf believes in any o’ tha’, but she’d still find somethin’ fittin’.”

Thea turns the stove down just a notch, before placing a lid partially atop the pot as she leaves it to simmer. “What about you?” She asks the Drakling, eyeing the many small lumps of dough slowly being loaded up onto a tray.

“Oh!” Beryl’s long and pointed ears twitch, jumping upwards and then pointing down in shame. “O’ course, my dearest love, we never asked when yer birthday is! Ach!” She grimaces, a tinge of despair hanging onto that self-loathing sound. Silence hangs in the air for just a second as she composes herself again. “So... When is yer birthday, my dearest love...?”

Krvavy opens her mouth but hesitates before making even a single sound. “I’m... not quite sure when that’d be.” She honestly admits, eyes going a little dull as she stares off into space. “The ‘age’ of this body wasn’t the same as... as Leanna’s actual age. Twenty-seven instead of twenty-nine.” She mutters, disassociating slightly. “And I doubt we would’ve shared a birthday... The chances of that...”

Thea’s hand comes to rest on the back of Krvavy’s wrist, though it doesn’t remain there for long, gently caressing across black scales as her touch slowly travels downwards. Her dainty finger threaten to interlock with the Drakling’s much larger ones, as awkward as that’d be from behind like this. “When would that have been?”

“February twentieth.”

“Ahh...” Beryl’s brow knits together just a bit. “Wha’ month’d tha’ be...?”

“The second.”

Thea narrows her eyes slightly. “Is that why you reacted weirdly when you heard when my birthday was?” She suspiciously asks. “Because yours would be less than a week after mine?”

“Not... exactly.” Krvavy sighs, immediately giving in to her beautiful brat’s demanding gaze. “That was more because your birthday just so happened to be on what I know as a holiday that is... well, it is supposed to be all about love and romance... but is really more about seduction and sex.”

“Ha~!” The tanned tomboy can’t hold herself back, letting out a lively laugh. “My, ‘ow fittin’~!”

The noble girl once again glares at that Dryad. “Hmph!” Thea huffs and steps back, giving the barbarian enough room to move the now-filled tray aside so that the next one can be loaded up. “If we are going to be more official with these birthdays... then you cannot keep fumbling around like this. You need to at least learn the months...!”

“Aye,” Beryl agrees, taking a moment to get a little more serious. “We can save the borin’ explanation fer Inanna, but it doesn’t ‘urt ta give ya the basics. Though maybe we should start wit’ wha’ ya know...? Wit’ wha’ ya’re used ta...?”

The barbarian takes a long, deep breath. She holds that in for a few seconds that drag on and on, before slowly exhaling. “Well... There are sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour, twenty-four hours in a day, seven days in a week...”

Both Thea and Beryl find themselves idly nodding to that, as everything seems to match what they are used to so far. Even if it started off on units that didn’t exactly need to be mentioned.

“Then there are about four and a bit weeks in a month, and twelve months in a year. Most of those months are thirty or thirty-one days long, but February is twenty-eight days. Except for every fourth year, when it is twenty-nine. So each year is three-hundred-sixty-five days long. Except for, again, every fourth year, which gets that extra day. All because the planet takes around six hours more than a normal year to actually complete its orbit.”

Silence hangs in the kitchen, disturbed only by the sounds of the stove and the ovens.

“Wit’ all due respect, my dearest love, tha’... Tha’ is crazy talk.”

“Hmph. A ridiculous system for a ridiculous world.” Thea agrees, crossing her arms quite haughtily.

“We don’t really have a say in how fast the planet spins around the sun.” Krvavy dryly comments, continuing to roll chunks of dough into little balls, before squishing them down onto the coppery tray.

“Still, whoever came up with that madness could have been more uniform...!” The silver-blonde brat lifts her chin and heads over to the sink to quickly rinse and then dry her hands. “They could have... they could have made each month equal and have the extra days stand outside of the year as... as festive holidays, or something!” She huffs, grabbing a knife and a few raw ingredients as well.

“Ach, let’s not get ahead o’ ourselves.” Beryl’s eyes pierce into the barbarian’s back, the faintest of frowns playing at her verdant lips. She clearly would prefer it if Krvavy were to move around to the other side of that ‘H’ shaped counter, so that their gazes could meet. Then again... this does give her a good view of that Drakling’s firm ass, even if it is mostly blocked by that meaty tail... “All o’ tha’ sounds... complex... ta us because the calendar we’re familiar wit’ is...”

“More reasonable.” Thea almost derisively states, carefully dicing up some vegetables.

“It is more standard and uniform.” The Dryad ‘corrects’ that bratty girl, though it doesn’t sound like she particularly disagrees with Thea. “We ‘ave exactly three-hundred-sixty-four days in a year, divided up inta thirteen months o’ twenty-eight days. Each month starts on the first day o’ the week, and ends on the last day o’ its fourth week. See? Much simpler.”

The barbarian’s brow furrows faintly. “Did everything line up that well because of magic, or just luck?”

“Ah ‘aven’t a clue.” The tanned tomboy admits with a shrug. “Ah wouldn’t be surprised if some ancient God rearranged everythin’ ta make it all fit better. But... Ah feel like Ah would’ve ‘eard something like tha’ before... Even just as a myth or legend...”

“Ugh, ask the Dwarf later.” Thea rolls her eyes as she gives that incredibly obvious suggestion. “If any one of us would know that, it would be her.”

Krvavy lightly nibbles on the inside of her cheek as another question hangs on her tongue. “Is... is that the only calendar? Elves, Dwarves, Humans... you all use the same one?”

“Aye.” The Dryad quickly nods. “Though obviously we all ‘ave our own names fer the months and days and whatnot. My people, fer instance, named the months after certain plants tha’ flourish durin’ those periods. Mostly flowers.”

A faint whisper sneaks past Thea’s barely parted lips, no doubt some snide comment about how stereotypical and expected that is.

But, of course, Beryl just ignores that brat and continues her explanation. “As fer the actual calendar... It is all the same because its roots aren’t in anythin’ tha’d differ dependin’ on culture. No, it is based around the solstices and equinoxes. As well as the moons and their cycles. Each year starts right on the winter solstice, wit’ the summer one bein’ right in the middle o’ the year as ya know, and the moons ‘elp ta divide it further. The bigger one goes through its phases once over the whole year while the littler one takes only a month ta do tha’. Quite natural and intuitive, aye?”

Ding...!

The oven chimes mere moments after that tanned tomboy finishes speaking, prompting Krvavy to dust off her floury hands and turn towards it. Without bothering with gloves – she has enough base armour and resistances to not be too bothered by this searing heat – the Drakling pulls a tray of freshly baked cookies out of the oven, only to replace it with another ready to be cooked.

“Ugh... Guess you need to learn all of the stupid names now...” Thea grumbles and groans.

Beryl grins, finding a bit of joy in that brat’s obvious annoyance. “Don’t ya worry, my dearest love, ya’ll only really need ta remember the Human names, considerin’ where we are in the world and all~.”

The one and only Human here sighs at that. “The first two winter months are New Sun and Fading Frost.” Thea immediately gets into it, her tone bored and emotionless. She clearly just wants to get this over with as fast as possible. “Spring covers First Growth, Skyspill, and the first half of Steady Growth. Summer stretches across Lasting Warmth, Sun’s Height, Final Growth, and the first half of Clear Skies. Autumn is then Home’s Harvest and Waning Warmth. The last two winter months are Frostsfall and Fading Light. There.”

“Ah’d say tha’ those ‘last’ two winter months are actually the first two, considerin’ tha’ they come before the ‘first’ two ya gave, even if they’re at the end o’ the year~.”

“Ugh, shut up. You know what I meant.” Thea huffs, carefully rubbing a cleaning cloth across her knife. “Now... the days... the stupid, stupid days...”

“Oh, aye, those’re nice and silly~.”

Thea doesn’t even bother glaring over at the teasing tomboy. “The week starts on Calmsday. A day of rest, supposedly... Then we have Dawnsday, marking the start of the week proper and not just the weekend. Next is... ugh... Toilsday... because we ‘toil away’ on that day...”

“Then Moonsday, aye~?” Beryl grins as her ‘guess’ gets a nod. “Tha’ one is pretty normal. It’s when the moons ‘it the peaks o’ their phases.”

“After that is... is Wallowsday, as the week is dragging on by this point and we... we start to ‘wallow’ in it... Then Dusksday, as this misery starts to come to a close... And finally it ends with Lullsday. Which is the other half of the weekend, when we get a ‘lull’ day.”

“See, aren’t those charmin’~?”

“Ridiculous, more like...”

Krvavy quirks her brow and glances towards her beautiful brat. “I’d expect you to mock the names that Beryl would use for the months and days, not what you would call them.”

“Ta be fair,” Beryl begins, defending that brat. “The Human structure o’ a week is quite focused on work and labour, neither o’ which yer little Princess-Whore ‘ere ‘as much experience wit’~.”

A deep red flush fills Thea’s cheeks. Her soft-blue eyes narrow as her fingers tighten around the handle of her knife. “Tree slut...” She quietly grumbles, shoulders sagging slightly.

“Well, those names aren’t too odd.” Krvavy idly comments, as if attempting to reassure her fiancée. “The ones I’m used to are mostly named after old gods, though spelled differently so most people don’t put two and two together. In the language I’m used to, at least. I think some others have them named after the different planets...?” She softly shakes her head and lets that thought drop.

“Whatever. Now that you know the months and their names...” An almost timid tone enters Thea’s voice as she focuses back on her work. “When... when do you want your birthday to be?”

Krvavy doesn’t immediately answer, letting that question hang in the air as she considers her response.

The months here aren’t the same length as the ones she’s used to, so adjusting for that and going by the start of the year... her birthday would actually be on the twenty-third of... of Fading Frost, wouldn’t it? But... But the year also starts at a different time, a bit earlier at the winter solstice... So that’d push it further back by... how much...? A week...? More...?

“Eh. I don’t really care. If the twentieth is too close to your own, then we can just pick another day whenever.” The Drakling dismissively shrugs. “I never really celebrated my birthday, so it is hardly important. Not like any of yours.”

“Ach, my dearest love!” Beryl’s brow knits together as a slightly saddened look fills her face. “O’ course it is important! And not ‘avin’ celebrated it before means we ‘ave even more o’ a reason ta do so now!”

“I... I do not mind our birthdays being so close to each other either...!” The silver-blonde brat bashfully blurts out. “So stop trying to weasel out of this, you dumb Dragon!”

Krvavy simply sighs. “Alright. Fine...”

A relative quiet hangs in the air for nearly a minute, broken only by the sounds of a kitchen at work.

The Dryad takes a deep breath, in and then out. “Bit o’ a change o’ topic, but... My dearest love, Ah couldn’t ‘elp but notice a few new somethin’s in our closet when Ah looked in there earlier~.”

Thea narrows her eyes slightly, briefly glancing at that tomboy. “What were you doing digging around in there?”

“We’ve got ta dress up nice fer Adeline’s birthday, and Ah was wonderin’ wha’ ta wear.” Beryl plainly and honestly answers. “Which is when Ah found some neatly wrapped packages tha’ Ah just couldn’t keep from peakin’ inta. Those were the clothes the Countess gave ya, aye?”

Krvavy tenses up just a bit, finding herself frowning. “Yeah.”

“Ya should wear one o’ them tomorrow, instead o’ yer usual tight pants and tha’ green top. Now, don’t get me wrong, Ah do love ‘ow ya look in tha’ outfit, but ya should still spice things up a bit.”

“Hmph, I agree.” Thea almost seems **** to admit that. “Looking like a dashing and degenerate adventurer is all good and well, but not fitting for a birthday for one of... for three of your beloveds. I... I will help you pick out a proper outfit!” She loudly declares, standing tall and proud and definitely not blushing a fair bit. “So no need to worry about that perverted Elf trying to parade you around in something meant for the bedroom!”

“Don’t I get a choice in this?”

“Nope~.” “No!”

“Alright,” the Drakling sighs once more. “Guess I–”

⟨♪♪♪⟩ A joyous jingle chimes through the connection of Krvavy’s soul, heard by barbarian, brat, and Beryl.

“Oh, no ya don’t!” The tanned tomboy hops off her stool and dashes towards the gap in the counters, scooping up that singing slime before she can sneak her way into the kitchen. “No gluttonous blobs in there when food is bein’ made! Ya know better!”

⟨!!!⟩ Lynn makes a sharp noise that is somewhere between a surprised yelp and a pouted whine. She quivers a little, but doesn’t try to ooze her way out of the Dryad’s grasp, simply letting herself get carried over to one of the stools. ⟨♪♪♪⟩ Her thwarted ‘plan’ is quickly forgotten as she is plopped down in that former Wood Elf woman’s lap, getting hugged rather tightly. Like some sort of wet beanbag or blobby plushy...

A warm smile finds its way onto Beryl’s face as she jiggles and wiggles this purple-blue blob to her hearts content.

“Eeeeeeiiee...!” That breathy squeak announces Adeline’s arrival, warbling a little as she hurries down the hallway. “S-s-ss-sor-rry...!” She shakily gasps, sighing in relief as she sees that the slime is firmly in Beryl’s embrace and not in the kitchen or, even worse, the pantry.

Thea’s kissable lips twist into the faintest of sneers as she glances over towards the heavily breathing Halfling, just barely able to see that short girl past the countertop. And only if she cranes her neck. “How did th– she get away from you?”

“Lynn ‘ere may not be the fastest, but don’t let ‘er lack o’ a brain fool ya! She can be quite the sneaky slime~!” Beryl playfully coos, her dexterous fingers digging into that jiggling pet of theirs in a rather aggressive massage that draws out plenty of happy chiming sounds. “Ah’d bet she waited until our sweetie ‘ad ‘er back turned, aye~?”

“Y-y-yes...” The tiny blonde shrinks ever so slightly into herself, shoulders slumping in shame.

“Ach, Lynn... Naughty, naughty Lynn~...” The Dryad dramatically sighs, before suddenly slipping off her stool once more. “Well, we probably shouldn’t tempt this lil’ troublemaker by ‘angin’ around near the kitchen... So Ah’ll be off now, my dearest love. Think Ah’ll play wit’ ‘er down in the grotto, if ya need me. And ya~...”

“Eeep!” Adeline jumps slightly as four vines grab at her short and so very bottom heavy body, lifting her up and placing onto that still warm seat. Her little bunny paw feet quickly come to rest on one of the ladder-like bars meant just for that.

“Ya can take a break now, Ah’ll look after Lynn fer a bit.” A single vine gives that tiny girl a light pat on the head, before all four retreat back into Beryl’s body. “So why don’t ya keep these two company while they toil away ‘ere in the kitchen~?”

Thea’s brow knits together. “If she sees what we are making, then that will spoil the surprise...”

“‘Surprise’~? It’s ‘er recipes tha’ ya’re cookin’~.” Beryl gives that bratty blonde one last teasing smirk before turning around and heading off. “Besides, ya’re mostly just doin’ the borin’ work right now, so it doesn’t matter if she sees it~. All the fun stuff’ll be cooked tomorrow~!” She calls back, laughter in her voice as she disappears from sight.

Krvavy smiles gently, meeting the faintly flustered gaze of her bunny-mouse girl. “If you don–”

“N-no...!” Adeline quickly cuts the barbarian off, blushing brightly. “I... I’dliketostay!”