Looking up, Xenia wanted to participate in some good bantering with him, but she still felt drained enough to not be really coherent. She still couldn't understand most of the words he was blabbering about, but what she did know was that his presence was giving her the comfort that she needed.
"Ah, you're so warm, my King," she dreamily whispered as she snuggled more into his body, burying her face into the crook of his neck.
Xenia didn't know if she was starting to have hallucinations or not, but the poison seemed to be working its magic on her body. She felt really weird... It was as if she was cold, but something inside her was still burning red hot. She was feeling rather thirsty too…
Licking at Darius's skin, she whispered, "I'm thirsty, my King…"
Darius's body stiffened as he cursed under his breath. Xenia was the one that was just poisoned, but it was he that was taking the most mental damage.
