In the late evening, they found a small, dry cave to serve as their shelter. After Vahn had secured the entrance and gathered materials for a modest fire, he turned to his Lilith.
"Instructor, I want to give you a massage."
Lilith wanted to refuse again, but something stirred within her. A desire to experience his massage again.
The first time he requested, she refused coldly. "I am a cultivator. My body does not require the crude maintenance of a mortal," she had snapped.
But Vahnn was persistent. The second time he asked, he shifted his appeal. "I have received your protection, your teaching, and now your spiritual awareness. I only wish to ease your burden and repay your teachings with the only comfort I possess."
Lilith stood still, silent for a long moment. But his persistent eyes were too much for her.
