As Zara touched down on the territory of the Crimsonveil Clan, Grace immediately leapt from her arms, landing lightly on the ground with a cheerful spin.
Lilith, still gliding beside them with her arms crossed and an exaggerated pout on her face, clearly hadn't let go of the earlier slight.
Zara glanced at her and sighed, already sensing the storm brewing behind those narrowed eyes."Lilith," she said gently, "I couldn't hold you while flying, okay? But if you still want me to… I can carry you now."
Lilith cracked one eye open, peeking at Zara with a skeptical glint—only to find her standing there, arms wide open in invitation.
Her pout faltered for a moment before a soft smile curved her lips."Hmph. Fine…"
With a graceful leap, Lilith nestled herself into Zara's arms, wrapping her arms loosely around her neck, her wings folding back contentedly.
Zara blinked, startled by how easily Lilith settled in.Why do they both act like I'm their personal throne?
