Despite the graveyard of corpses, flesh, and unrecognizable fluid, Ailetta walked unhurriedly toward Noah amidst his feeding. Her many eyes comfortably took in the scenery as if it were a work of art, but the most beautiful display was Noah, finally being able to be true to his deepest desires.
As she walked, she instinctively shaped her lower half to maintain a humanoid form. Her small gelatinous feet would almost audibly meet the ground, sometimes slightly deforming into their more natural state before reshaping themselves in time for the next step.
The chilling nature of her appearance, flavored with the carnage backdrop around her, should have made her presence unapproachable. And yet, her comforting smile slightly grew annoyed at the interruption approaching her. When before, her multitude of eyes were appreciating the scenery, now nearly all of them had snapped to the location of a small group of people heading in her direction.
