“Whatever. So, now tell me, what did you do to make my spell evolve into your pace?” Young Yuko sighed and went back to the real topic.
“I didn’t know until you said it.” Young Reyna just shrugged her shoulders upon answering it.
“What you were feeling when you started to feel the pain from your bleeding hands?” young Yuko wondered as she examined her hands delicately.
“Losing you to the others…lame, isn’t it?” she answered and half-joked, and young Yuko shook her head before caressing her cheek with such gentleness in them.
“No, it's not lame especially when that person is the one you felt worthy of loving.” she told young Reyna who blushed.
“You’re worthy of love, Yuko.” Young Reyna smiled lovingly at her mate. Young Yuko blushed while smiling.
“I love it whenever you're being romantic.” she tried to tease but it came out differently.
“Only for you. So, how can we get rid of this?” Young Reyna smiled but wondered about the ice crystals on her hands.
