"On the mortals." She teleports to her older brother. He mewled.
He whimpers. "Want to play a prank with me?" She cooed.
She pets Bahamut. A painful memory occurs then shied away.
He purrs. "When will Malik find out about who is his father for real?"
He growls happily. "Um... what punishment?"
"Beats me. I hope he's not with you-know-who."
He nuzzles her before wrapping his arms around her.
"Yeah, Malik looks a lot happier." She hugs her lover.
"I hope so."
"Unless I don't grow until you use the aging spell."
"Wait, that's the same age as mine."
He leaned his head into her hand. "How old are they?"
She purrs. "Done?"
He relaxes slightly. She rests her head on his lap.
He bit his lower lip. "Is there any way to make him numb?"
He lies down on his back.
"That was supposed to help me recover since it helps Ifrit." "Let me guess, herbs that supposed to heal me."
She peers at the wound. "That doesn't look healthy."
"Maybe it is from healing process."
He hisses painfully.
