I don't think there's anyone who ever forced or rather, coaxed me into resting in my past life as Stephanie.
Hm, since there was no one who looked after me, I guess it was only fair that no one noticed how hard I was pushing myself.
Hello, wallflower here. No one's going to look at the wallflower growing on the walls and say, 'Ah, you grew all over the place. You should stop for now and continue some other time.'
It's not done that way.
As someone who had never been noticed, my efforts only ended up choking me as I faced the bitter reality that I was born into.
So now, habit Damar stroked my hair gently, insisting that I rest, my heart just can't help but feel so much joy and warmth.
Even the real Arinya would've felt it. The immense care and love this beastman had for her, for me.
Anyway, giving into the gentle strokes and the gentle beat of Damar's heart, as well as the coolness of his body—very important on a hot day like this—I slept.
