Another day had passed and the convoy to get the centaurians hadn't yet arrived. But with no more angels nor any horrors, Raven had nothing to worry about and so he laid in the late king's bed surrounded by the softest of bodies. Hugging his right arm between bare breasts was Erika, her eyes teary in her dreams for some reason. Wiping them with his fingers, Raven turned to look at his left and noticed Mel hugging his arm in a transparent netted gown.
Looking around some more, the moonlight beaming through the window–he noticed Aria next, curled up by his toes, although her shade of dark made her hard to notice at first. Mindlessly staring at her for a while, his mind wandered to the thought of the angels descending to collect their weapons. He didn't remember much of what had happened, and even what Helga told him while he took her back to Athenia wasn't all that much help.
