"...Why should I trust you?"
'Oh, this is definitely her!'
"I understand your suspicion," Aeshvin replied. "After everything that's happened, I would be careful too. No, in fact, it's my fault since I couldn't prevent this." He let out a shaky breath. "But your husband... he told me to tell you that he's sorry for making you worry. And that he'll come for you as soon as the battle is over."
"..."
"And... I'm sorry for saying those things about him before..."
"...Alright." The voice replied. "I'll open the door now."
'...She's gotten soft.' Aeshvin sighed in disappointment inwardly. 'Love really does make people fools. To lower her guard so easily... how pitiful.'
But he wasn't about to complain. If she wanted to hand herself over on a silver platter, who was he to refuse?
"Thank you." He said in a happy tone, with amusement dancing behind his eyes.
"...Hiss."
A moment later, the reinforced door slid open and the shimmering barrier around it faded away.
