Astaroth tried letting the maid back to her feet, but she clung to his neck like a frightened animal, her eyes closed tight, as the wind from this elevation ruffled her hair loose. He hadn't expected such a reaction from her, and now he felt slightly bad for forcing her here.
"Uh… I'm sorry? I didn't know you were scared of heights. But you are safe as long as I'm next to you, so would you mind letting go? There is plenty of room to walk on the branches without danger of falling."
Astaroth worked hard, convincing her to get back to her own two feet, and she still vehemently refused to open her eyes.
"Fine, don't open your eyes. But I'm moving, so either you hold my hand, or you open your eyes to follow me."
"Sire! I wouldn't dare hold your hand. Can't we go back inside instead?" the woman whimpered.
Hearing no response, Coral's stomach dropped.
'Did he already leave me here?'
