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[center][color=6ecff6][h2][u]Ashkevron Residence in Askavi[/u][/h2][/color][/center]
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As Mikhail's experienced eyes scanned the room, the tension became even more apparent as the two Eyrien warriors immediately reacted with hostility to his mere presence, both tensing their muscles and assuming a threatening posture. Mikhail's eyes were as cold as always even as they doubted his words. He simply stood there in silence despite their questions, quietly observing their movements. He wanted to avoid any unnecessary conflict, but if things got serious, Mikhail wouldn't hold back. As an assassin, he should know more than anyone else to never underestimate one's opponents. Never hesitate and never hold back. A single second of hesitation often meant the difference between life and death.

The tension in the room was palpable. The smell of burning pancakes, the bloodlust and the silence made it even worse. It was clear that both warriors were only a hair's breadth away from the killing edge.
Much to everyone's luck though, they still had some respect for Fatima and the old woman who had just arrived with the white haired woman and her escort, holding themselves instead of just attacking Mikhail.

After a long silence, Fatima was the first to speak something, although the words that came out of her mouth surprised Mikhail.

[b]"He is mine and he will speak to me as he likes until I say it is wrong,"[/b] her words repeated on his head. It was undeniable that she was a good and kind woman, but still, as she mentioned that he was 'hers' Mikhail couldn't help but to think on the implications of that single word.

As she continued speaking with the Eyriens, Mikhail simply observed in silence. Despite the difficult situation, Fatima was able to disarm what was almost a time bomb. Walking over to where Mikhail was, she gently placed her hands on his shoulder, asking for him to lead her to Faeril. As she looked to Mikhail after saying those words, he realized how nervous she was. 

[color=6ecff6]"As you wish."[/color] Mikhail said after she asked one of the Eyriens to go with her. Belor was his name.

Despite leading both of them to the room he was just a few seconds ago, Mikhail didn't take his eyes off the Eyrien male not even for a second. Despite his almost imperceptible way of looking back, his cold stare felt almost real. It was indeed unnerving. To a certain extent, one would be able to understand that others would feel threatened when receiving such a stare.

Finally arriving on the room, Mikhail opened the door, standing aside and opening way to both Fatima and Belor, letting them go in first.
Just as he promised, Faeril was peacefully sleeping over the bed. Her exhaustion was as clear as the day. Once more, Mikhail stood still, in silence, near the door as Fatima went nearby Faeril's sleeping body, pulling a stool and sitting nearby her as she began the process of healing the exhausted Black Widow.

[color=6ecff6]"As I said previously, she is exhausted. Her vital signals, albeit a bit weaker than they should, are still stable."[/color] Mikhail said.

He was a guest, and neither Faeril nor any other inside that house were his targets. He didn't have any reason to kill or harm the only black widow that could possibly treat his condition and was trustworthy. Anyone who doubted his intentions needed only to think a little. Her death was the last thing Mikhail would want right now.