"Did Vanessa not tell you?" Rita looked at him with genuine confusion as her brows pulled together tightly. "Thinking back on it… I don't think Vanessa posted about it on her Stitch. Did she not check what happened earlier?"
"I think she didn't." Lucius chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck as if he couldn't decide whether to be amused or irritated. "But it's good news either way. We'll celebrate it later."
Minerva puffed her cheek in annoyance, her wings fluttering as she lifted off the tentacle.
She didn't say anything, but the dramatic way she spun in the air before shooting upward made her point clear.
She left Lucius and Rita alone on the slick, floating piece of Octopus flesh.
"The next floor might be very hard for us… you should rest properly before we head in," Rita said as she shifted closer and placed her hand under his chin, tilting it gently. "If you're even a little tired… you can lay your face on my lap."
