Amane led the girls and I to the matriarch's private chambers, where we could have a nice long chat without having to worry about anyone disturbing us. As newcomers, we received many dubious gazes from the demihumans and other survivors lodging in this place, especially the catman from earlier, but after what happened outside, no one spoke out against us, lest they face the wrath of Amane.
"Hah… finally, some peace and quiet," Amane sighed as she eased herself into her chair, then patted the seat next to her as if motioning for me to take that place. I obliged, and she wasted no time in immediately clutching to my arm, just like old times. Instead of like a child clinging to her mother like before, however, now, she was more like a lover holding onto her husband, with a certain air of maturity to her movements and overall aura.
