The trio didn't know what to say.
Just moments ago, they had been sure Cassius was about to die. His neck had been ripped open, his blood spilling out like a fountain, and Carmela—no, the thing she had become—had been latched onto him like a rabid wolf.
They had already braced themselves for the moment he'd drop lifeless to the ground, a drained husk in her arms.
But now…
Now, Cassius was standing there perfectly fine, casually patting Carmela's back as she slumped against his chest.
The whole scene had gone from a horror story to something out of a nursery, and the absurdity of it made all three of them question reality.
"…Is he patting her?" Julie's mouth twitched as she tried to form words.
"He's burping her." Aisha blinked.
"Master looks like he's taking care of a baby that drank too much milk." Skadi tilted her head, her tail flicking in confusion.
