As the throne room began to clear to the last man, Altair leaned his head back with a smile, meeting Reina's golden rose eyes. A childlike beam shone from his face as he looked at her.
"Did I do good?"
She giggled. "When did my Art start needing my validation?"
"I don't. But It can't hurt to have it."
Ren hummed a cry of victory, stealing a kiss. "Yes. You did you good. Good boy."
"You two are weird." Syris mused, a little annoyed by such a public display of affection. She glanced at Thanatos, not paying attention, and nudged his arm with her elbow. "You're fine with this?"
Thanatos returned to himself with a sudden jolt and shrugged. "I could care less. If I get uncomfortable, I'll just leave. Simple as that." he glanced down at Altair, beaming like a little boy. "But I suggest we leave. None of you are ready to face these monsters."
