To avoid injuring anyone, Sermias promptly moved away the curtain and needle. Roy squirmed restlessly in his arms, causing him a brief moment of distraction, unable to respond appropriately.
"I..."
He quickly regained his composure, "I'll go get dinner."
Roy made a sound of agreement but didn't let go, clinging to Sermias sleepily and languidly, her cheek pressed against his chest, feeling the slightly cooler body temperature.
Didn't want to move.
Her brain had absorbed too much knowledge, and now she felt drowsy and muddled.
Sermias had no choice but to carry her to the nearby sofa, cover her with a light blanket, and then head to the kitchen. Roy adjusted her posture, curling up slightly as she continued to rest with her eyes closed. A gentle breeze brushed her face as the Devil with bat-like wings landed beside her, squeezing onto the sofa, his body creaking and extending, reverting to a young man's form.
It got even more crowded.
