Ignoring the constant reminders from Reya about returning to his research, or to at least help the others on the Hestemian front, Deus anxiously strolled inside the dusty bedroom where he'd taken Azalea so she could recover. Clad in her armor her body sweated profusely, and strains of her blonde hair stuck to her face. Heaving out loud gasping for breath, she was in a state delicate enough to warrant caution, thus making sure that wouldn't happen, Deus hung about in the room, waiting for her to either wake up or leave him spiraling into emotional disarray.
"Wake up already…" Biting down on his nails, Deus kept pacing through the room with an uneasy feeling riding over his heart.
Everything so far had been too perfect, especially the retrieval of his memories since Azalea wasn't supposed to be a castle guard. In fact, he couldn't remember ever seeing her in the castle after Merciella severed parts of their memories.
