Eirathys flinched at once, and the feather vanished from her hand.
"U-um..." She looked away, and Azriel could have sworn that tiny beads of sweat were racing down her face.
*****
"Do not pout..." Eirathys coaxed.
"I am not pouting."
"But you look as though you are about to cry."
"I... I am not!"
Really... Azriel truly was not... probably.
The two of them were now inside the spell. Azriel did not know whether Eirathys was asleep as well, or whether she had entered it in her real body, but he was far too despondent by now to give a damn.
"Perhaps a hug will cheer you up!"
"...No."
Azriel tried not to let his shoulders droop as he kept walking, with Eirathys following only a step behind.
"T-then look on the bright side! Brother Aevor's skill is gone now as well. Had you used [Villain's Script], it would have corrupted your mind and turned you into a villain who would harm even his own family!"
"...I am so relieved," Azriel said, in a voice entirely drained of life.
