Abaddon was becoming slightly annoyed.
As he pulled a majestic red robe over his broad shoulders, he felt a familiar pair of beady little eyes staring daggers into him.
"...You should know that just because I don't feel well, that does not mean I am going to spontaneously fall over dead."
"Mama said you might." Mira replied in a sing-song voice.
"Your mother is famously very paranoid when it comes to me."
"That's cause you're always doing stuff to make people want to stab you."
"Well, that's why I have you and your unongendi, isn't it?" Abaddon smiled. "So that anyone who wants to stab me never gets the chance."
Mira seemed to take pride in his jest. Even though he was only trying to appease her, he had placed her before her aunt in something.
It filled her competitive spirit with warmth.
"Let's just get this over with quickly." Abaddon yawned. "You two ready?"
