Kevin gasped for breath as he shook off the "gift" that Nia had given him from his body and pried it out of his mouth. Although the black mucus had no disgusting taste, Kevin, the young master, did not enjoy the sticky feeling on his skin.
"Is Lyle nearby, Nia?"
"Yes, yes." Nia's tentacles wrapped around the bottom of the grate, lifting her body as her nails gently poked Matt, who lay on the ground, creating sparks from the friction between bone shards and armor.
"Kevin, who is this, a gift for Nia?"
Simple words, such a big fright. Kevin, neglecting the slime on his body, sprang from the ground and jogged to Nia, clutching her arm and moving her away from Matt, "No, Matt is my friend, or more precisely, my servant."
Nia tilted her head thirty degrees, her big yellow eyes squinting into a vertical line as if in thought, her tentacles rubbing her chin, making a gurgling sound.
"So, can't I eat it?"
"No, you can't!"
