Supporting Nora back to the Lysine Building, as they entered the elevator, the Holy Daughter could barely stand and was almost leaning entirely on him.
After returning to the residence, Aske struggled to help her take off her shoes, socks, and outerwear, then placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
Seriously, a dignified Demigod, yet drunk to this extent. I wonder if she really didn't use her conceptualization ability or if she's just pretending.
Aske intended to get her some water, but as he turned around, his wrist was caught by her.
"Stay with me." Nora had her eyes slightly open in the dim room, pleadingly grasping his wrist, her delicate face adorned with the unique rosy flush of a person experiencing a hangover.
"Alright, alright." Aske had no choice but to sit down by the bedside, patting her small hand.
Compared to Eleanor's slender and powerful hands, Nora's small hands were a bit plump but felt soft and boneless, extremely comfortable to touch.
