"I'm sorry that it took me so long to come here. I want you to know that I never doubted our friendship. I was just scared. All the undead I met until now were bad people and hearing that you are some kind of undead and an Abomination at that overwhelmed me." Friya said.
Quylla opened her eyes wide, realizing that Friya had decided to take the fall for their late coming to not make things more awkward between her and Lith.
"Don't apologize, being scared is natural. Even I am afraid of myself ever since I almost killed Solus while fighting the Puppeteer." Lith hugged her, thankful to Friya just for being still there and for not quivering at his touch.
"Watch your hands, big guy, or I'll tell Kamila." She chuckled while returning the embrace. "By the way, have you decided what you want to do with the Hands?"
"Mine or Menadion's?" Lith asked, moving one hand on her hip and changing his stance as if he was about to kiss her.
