I decided to sleep beside her in the witch's home only because I felt like the | Nurturer's Tolerance | was doing helpful work against her fever. It was entirely despite any of my preference… and fully knowing she may take it as intentionally intimate no matter what I wanted.
And I can't help but feel like a ruinous little vixen because of that. One that steals the vibrant light from the people who show me interest.
My phone buzzed with a text that pulled me from dim thoughts. Anise asking to get together for dinner and talk about the upcoming work. I send back something perfunctory that stalls my answer…
| TASK: Establish Stash Power System |
And glance at the system's task list and at what I'm attempting to take care of. [8:57 AM] - he is supposed to be here at nine. Hopping down from the top of the container, I begin to wander toward the entrance.
