The next morning, Leon was jolted awake by a high-pitched squeal echoing through the stone halls.
It wasn't a cry of terror.
It was the kind of sound a girl made when finding a particularly cute kitten—or a limited-edition plush toy.
Leon groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What in the world…?"
His bedroom door had been left slightly ajar, and the source of the excitement quickly became apparent.
Selene stood in the middle of his chambers, barefoot, hair slightly messy from the early hour—cradling the tiny spirit like a living doll. Her cheeks flushed with excitement as she nuzzled Mora against her.
"Oh my gods, what is this cute little thing?" Selene giggled, rubbing Mora under her chin like a beloved pet. "So soft! So tiny! I want one!"
Mora, on the other hand, looked horrified.
Her tiny arms strained as she tried to push Selene's face away. "H-Hey! Cut it out! I'm not a plushie! Help! Boss—!"
Leon's lips twitched in amusement. "Selene. You might want to let her go."
