"Priestess, are you alright?" Cairo's voice carried a rare softness, his crimson eyes watching her carefully as though afraid she might break.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just got a bit… carried away," Veronica sniffed. Yes, she was fine.
"I understand," Cairo said gently. "All of this must feel overwhelming to you. If your memories truly are hazy, then perhaps walking through this place will stir them. Come—" he extended his hand toward her, palm open, his tone laced with hope. "Let me show you around."
Veronica glanced at his hand, her lips twitching. Huh, there was no way she was going to take the demon lord's hand, fully knowing his unsightly intentions.
Putting on her best polite expression, she ignored the gesture and quietly stood up on her own. "Alright then, let's go," she said smoothly, as though his hand had never been there at all.
