Asran went to bed, and had one of the best nights sleep he’d had in an incredibly long time. Even despite the fact he was incredibly uncomfortable with the fact that Ayrie had just kissed him. The fact that he had no idea if they were moving too quickly or not. He’d need to slow them down, as clearly Ayrie was going to make it difficult.

Over the next couple months since Asran’s curse was broken, and everything was going great. Asran had managed to move the priests into a nice retirement home. He’d not heard of any incidents at the prison since Symphony became Ayrie’s familiar. Nadia, and he were still at odds as she’d lied to him for so long. While Wrath had returned home, and had informed the others that his curse was gone. Asran had even managed to go on one of his missions to save children that were being harmed. 

He’d put together an entire operation consisting of a massive team of 300 black ops casters trained in warfare, and healers. They went to a string of coal, and salt mines affiliated with the church. Where the children were trapped working in deplorable conditions that often saw them dead before their very first payday. Those that did make it only saw a small amount of money for their troubles. Once they got the children they were taken to awaiting trucks where healers were equipped with medicine, food, and water. The trucks would then take the children to a waiting camp where they were taken care of. Before they were strong enough for the journey to the city. 

That operation Free Cannary took them an entire month and a half to complete before Asran could return home. People were crowding around Asran as he rode in on a motorcycle. He had a dirty bandana around his neck, and goggles. A open flannel shirt over a dirty white tank top. He had combat boots, and dirty war torn jeans. His chin had a great deal of stubble and his white hair was grey due to dirt.