"GAH!" Dagon let out in a large groan as he jerked away from Zephyra's hands.
"I'm sorry, I said it would hurt..." the swordswoman offered as kindly as she probably could thanks to her over-all stoic attitude.
What hurt worse than the physical adjustments she made for him, was that he enjoyed her touch and company. There was a deep pit of guilt in the core of his being as he often thought about Ilsandra, and what he had essentially done to her.
No, hadn't actually killed her himself - but he was happy to take the blame.
Why hadn't he been here? Was it all some sick plot, or had it been mere coincidence? He had to consider his next options carefully if he wanted to avoid being hurt again, or worse - back under Azrael's control.
