Nidia unbuttoned her clothes and stripped down again, tossing her clothes onto the newly-erected sword-c*m-clothing rack before extending her hand to Ysilnod.
"Ysilnod?"
"Yes?"
"... Is my chest small?"
"Of course not, you’re the most beautiful…"
After being fed her "fill" for that night, Nidia fell fast asleep like a baby, completely forgetting about all the unhappy things that had happened earlier that night, her cheeks dyed a rosy pink as she slept.
Ysilnod covered her with a blanket and extinguished the campfire. Afterward, he looked down at his own hands in the darkness.
Ysilnod walked up to her. The thrill brought on by the presence of blood and death was hard to explain, but a fever was raging from the very depths of his soul. He was also convinced this time that he no longer
