Lia had been laying in bed after their small scuffle. She hadn't been feeling that great to begin with, but with the added stress the demoness's health was slowly dipping. She remained curled up in a small ball as she tried to hope the wave a nausea would dissipate but it still lingered for a bit. Her mind remained on the discussion beforehand with the Lord. There was no way for her to know what he ever thought with her and while she understood that his position didn't allow for certain things, but he was so afraid to even show a simple emotion with her. How was she supposed to know how he felt unless he gave her some sort of indication? It was why she never knew when she could ask for a kiss, to cuddle, or just to spend some time with him.
The girl hadn't moved since he left. By the time he returned to her, she was more or less half asleep, but the smell of food and feeling his presence was enough to stir her from her state. Her head turned a bit to see the tray with the food laid out for her and him standing nearby looking... Was it upset? She couldn't quite tell as her eyes softened upon seeing him with her meal. "Thank you..." she whispered having not heard him when he spoke. She shifted a bit in her bed to turn towards the food. Lia reached out to take the glass of blood he set aside for her. Her hand wrapped around it as she drew it closer to her and brought the rim up to her lips.
With a small tilt back, she took in a little of the blood, but quickly drew the glass back in a panicked jolt. Her body heaved at the new substance. Her nausea was back. Lia fought to keep what little she had in her stomach as she slammed the glass back onto the tray and quickly ran towards the bathroom. She didn't want him seeing her like this.
The girl hadn't moved since he left. By the time he returned to her, she was more or less half asleep, but the smell of food and feeling his presence was enough to stir her from her state. Her head turned a bit to see the tray with the food laid out for her and him standing nearby looking... Was it upset? She couldn't quite tell as her eyes softened upon seeing him with her meal. "Thank you..." she whispered having not heard him when he spoke. She shifted a bit in her bed to turn towards the food. Lia reached out to take the glass of blood he set aside for her. Her hand wrapped around it as she drew it closer to her and brought the rim up to her lips.
With a small tilt back, she took in a little of the blood, but quickly drew the glass back in a panicked jolt. Her body heaved at the new substance. Her nausea was back. Lia fought to keep what little she had in her stomach as she slammed the glass back onto the tray and quickly ran towards the bathroom. She didn't want him seeing her like this.
