Medusa sat on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers weaving nervously through strands of her violet hair.
She tugged at it as if trying to wring the indecision from her mind, though the action only made her more restless.
The groan that escaped her throat carried both frustration and a kind of disbelief at herself.
Edna was busy with Lillian.
From the faint laughter trickling through the inn's walls, Medusa could tell they were enjoying themselves — bonding in that effortless way only mother and daughter could.
She wanted to be Lillian's mother as well but that would have to wait.
It warmed her heart, but it also made her feel like she stood apart, caught in her own storm of nerves.
Because she had her own appointment.
Her Master — Azel had promised to take her into the city today.
Not for a mission.
Not for reconnaissance.
Not for a slaughter.
But simply to… spend time together.
