Raith's eyes were brimming with resolve.
Perhaps he had thought deeply about it and made up his mind. After his experience with the abyss, it was only plausible that he loathed primordials and everything about them.
Allowing relations of any sort with another primordial whom he had no tangible information on was dangerous... at the very least to him.
Which was why he had to weigh what he had to gain and what he had to lose.
And sadly, he had everything to lose.
After the abyss left, he was reduced to stage one. Luckily, Thard-Harl swooped in from nowhere and began training him.
He had grown in raw strength, and it was not by sheer coincidence but hard work.
He could lose all of that just by playing it wrongly with this woman in front of him.
'She's not to be trusted, but I don't think I have any other choice right now...'
Raith frowned while a little grin crawled across her face.
"What's funny...?" he asked.
