"Red…" Liend repeated softly,
"…should be fine, right?"
Kiana blinked, puzzled.
"Red?"
She turned her head slightly, confused.
"W–what are you talking about, Liend?"
"A wound?" she murmured, brows furrowing.
"I… don't remember having any wound there."
Liend slowly shook his head, eyes still lowered—gaze fixed on the spot just beneath her.
"Not a wound," he whispered,
"…a much better place."
Kiana stilled slightly, unsure.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Liend…" she said, voice cautious now. There was something in his tone, in the way he said, that made her pause—uncertain if he was about to stretch her rule… or slide through some loophole.
She took a breath, thinking it through, then clarified, voice steady but slightly breathless:
"As long as it's not this—"
Her fingers moved gently, gliding lower until they pointed to the quivering entrance beneath her—the glistening hole between her thighs.
Kiana drew her hand back, then lifted it—pointing upward.
