Her sharp instincts and strength were on point, allowing her to even catch the faint, almost non-existent smell coming from Aria's mouth and other parts.
Aria stood there, her eyes not on Rivia but glued to something else, while ignorant of Rivia's cold look that screamed danger.
"Rivia, you seem to be forgetting something," Avendial, clearly noticing that hint of malice with a clenched fist and his face remaining impassive, with that amethyst gaze directed behind him, felt the chill prompting him to remind Rivia before she lost control and did something stupid.
"B-but, Master..." Rivia reflexively muttered, her eyes widened while looking towards Avendial, as if inquiring about the identity of that woman who had arrived with him, while holding the clear signs of his essence within her.
