In the clear field that used to house a garden, Demond groaned as she sat on the dried ground, her back leaning into the soft 'pillows' as she groaned out another puff of smoke, the witch's tipping up just enough for her to gaze at the foggy sky, that was now covered by a scaled barrier with the honoured
"Hm?"
"Now that I think about it," Demond frowned as she glanced over her shoulder, her husband's eyes darting away as if expecting what her wife's question. "You never, ever told me how Alice did in the war. I only read from the letter that she one-shot the demon king, but...don't tell me there's something you're hiding there?"
Adrei's tail twitched, the tail that used to be raised high to tease her wife's waist or cheek now hung low like a puppy unable to lie, her eyes still away. "She did well."
"...she did well?"
