"How are you feeling?"
Ivar entered Devin's room, checking up on him. Their master's room was completely dark and only a part of the moonlight entered the room through a small partition of the curtains.
Devin was sprawled on his bed, feeling tired and overly emotional than usual.
'This is what I get for eating those depressive souls...'
He felt Ivar's familiar aura as he put a pillow over his face to cover his expression then answered him.
"Mmm..."
Devin only mumbled as he was still lying on his bed, his face covered by his pillow.
Ivar knew that Devin was ashamed to show his face. Acting tough and moody was Devin's way to show that he is covering up his real feelings.
"You did well. Always know that," Ivar said, trying to comfort his master for feeling bad having to eat souls.
"Go away, Ivar," he ordered under his pillow, his voice muffled, but it was still audible for his personal servant to hear. He sighed, then he sat on the chair beside Devin's bed.
