"I- what?" Kaine stammered, looking up at Vaerion with desperate crimson eyes. "I can't…"
"You don't need to waste such resources on him, dove," Vaerion spoke to Asuriel, vexed. "He's a demon. His horn will grow back in time."
"It growing back isn't what concerns me," Asuriel shook her head at the golden-eyed devil. "He's good at hiding it, but I'm sure he's in great pain. Let me do this; I'm doing it because I want to."
Vaerion's lips thinned into an unamused line. He stared at her with a searching gaze, wishing he could honestly read her thoughts and not just basic ideas or random sentences. Alas, it was impossible, and he had to take her words at face value.
"Do as she asks, Kaine," Vaerion glared at his vassal, his voice cold and unforgiving. "Don't make her wait."
