For many, many minutes the brunette snuggled onto the muscular thighs of her husband-wife to-be without any further discussion. The blonde being used as a glorified head pillow stroked the brown hair in an effort to calm the upset girl. The fact that it seemed to be effective in some form with everything that had been revealed did strike the teenager as odd.
'Maybe she remembers everything like she claimed, but I just can't picture the woman she showed me with that illusion acting like a spoiled little child.'
Whether Qatrand would be disappointed or not to learn she was, in fact, 'not trying hard enough' to use her imagination would remain a mystery.
"So… now you know a part of things. Practically the keyshard to it, really."
The young heiress sighed at her own joke. She had been talking to too many other sigilists too often.
"You understand that you're the only one I've ever told, right?"
Where can I find a dense (not just muscles, but that's okay too) and gentle teddy bear like Qat.
A love willing to move her sword of her lap for you.
One willing to prioritize thinking you are cute over the more serious talk happening.
Willing to accept that you have permanent chuunibyou and think you are a reincarnated indivudal with a dark past and a throbbing left eye.
Wait... an unrelated to the chapter one jumped in. Ignore that. I uh, I don't think that. YOU DO! HAH! *sweats*