Ayrie's eyes widened when the imp said Asran's name. "Oh no, I won't tell him! I wouldn't want to get you into trouble for such a small offense. I'll let him keep believing I don't know it."

Ayrie refreshed her towel again, still patting the wet cloth around his face and neck, carefully wiping away any leftover elixir.

"It is strange though, isn't it? This friendship that we have? He shows up on my doorstep last night, berating me for a symbol of the church. Then the next day we're at each other's throats in the temple, before dancing and eating at a festival at which I should have been scared and sick if you go by what I was taught. After which I helped him through some kind of curse that I know is light magic but do not understand, and now I'm still here trying to make sure he is ok. He and I shouldn't like each other, but it seems like something is pulling us together..." She stopped and sighed, "I probably sound like an idiot." She said, pulling at her hair self conciously.