Fiona's gaze was sturdy, strong as she stared at Cass. His chest was heaving, emotions filling him. He'd worked so damn hard to not get worked up, and yet here he was.
Chest heaving like some kind of Victorian woman who was hysterical. He really shouldn't be. He'd gotten the 'hands on' experience that most people had read about in treatment books in his time.
"No Cass. I don't want to live like this anymore, but I also can't abandon my duties. I've come up with a plan. I'm just feeling guilty about what it means for everyone else, but I need to learn to rely on others." Fiona said. "We've got a big deal on our hands with the state of the rest of the world. The demons are getting bold, and we need to deal with it." Fiona said. Cass nodded slowly. He couldn't exactly disagree with that. That was the case.
The demons were getting ballzy. What kind of idiot would think that they could get away with marrying the Saintess? One who thought that no one else would oppose it.
