After another long bout of exertion, John finally let Ice Talker rest, leaving her utterly drained.
Ice Talker leaned weakly against his chest. Though no longer shy, a hint of unease lingered in her heart.
"Godslayer, let's pretend this never happened. I don't want Sini to misunderstand," she said with a hint of pain, biting her lip.
She had great affection for Sini, just as she now did for John. But she knew the bond between the two and didn't want to sow any misunderstandings.
"Sini? There's no need to worry about that," John chuckled, pulling her into a firm embrace. "You underestimate that little girl."
He understood Sini's personality well. If Ice Talker hadn't been so powerful, he sometimes suspected that Sini herself might have dragged Ice Talker into his bed.
"R-really?" Ice Talker asked, her eyes filled with tentative hope.
John nodded but didn't elaborate. Instead, his hands wandered again.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!