They were soon done eating, but they still didn't talk.
Lyra simply sat on his lap, her hands playing with his beard, twisting and pulling.
Emir, who had enough of her, pinched her hand, using his now-long nails as a weapon.
She didn't flinch, only giggled, and stepped up for a few moments, coming back with a nail clipper.
Her eyes landed on his as she returned to his lap, requesting the obvious, which he accepted with a nod, and she began fixing up his nails.
Tik… Tik… Tik… Tik… Tik…
She didn't question why his body had grown like that. For she knew that when any Celestial becomes a Seraphim, they lock their body in time, pausing their growth, and that the only way for them to resume growing was if they failed to rank up for an extended period, losing lifespan, or if their Aether reserves were extinguished entirely.
Tik… Tik… Tik… Tik… Tik…
