Maea
It's not a demon at your door
"Ah, that's good then." While more than willing to share from her own magic, Asta clearly had his own way of doing things and she was not about to get in the way of that.
Falling in beside him, she retraced her steps and paused only briefly along the way to pick up a bag she had left when she heard him coming down.
"It's good to be back," she replied, with a clear note of relief. "After I'd calmed down, I had a long talk with Charlie... and with Danta. I think... we might be alright again." The quick smile lit up her face, relief and hope lending a renewed brightness to her expression.
Falling in beside him, she retraced her steps and paused only briefly along the way to pick up a bag she had left when she heard him coming down.
"It's good to be back," she replied, with a clear note of relief. "After I'd calmed down, I had a long talk with Charlie... and with Danta. I think... we might be alright again." The quick smile lit up her face, relief and hope lending a renewed brightness to her expression.
It's just your shadow on the floor
