Ciel didn't dislike her vulnerability. She just hated it when it was exposed.
"You two."
Because her 'vulnerability' only belonged to someone.
Summer's flat call froze both Ciel and Quia, the air humming with a quiet tension as if watching a drama unfold.
The elf couldn't turn back, and Ciel's spellbind felt burning on her wrist.
A chuckle escaped Ciel's lips upon a glimpse of Quia, so shocked was all vigor drained from the elf's face.
"Um…" The elf coughed twice, then turned around with a smile. No, their interactions were normal and pure, not at all taboo.
"Hi, Principal."
The sheer fact that Quia didn't speak Summer's name implied as such.
A dragon who was associated with the Witches didn't exactly hide her strength, and it was publicly known that her name would only manifest consequences and bleed her lips dry.
Summer gave a quiet nod.
Then, her pupils locked behind Quia, to the fidgeting Ciel.
