Serika took a sharp step forward.
"What are you doing to her-"
She stopped.
Just one look was enough.
Nyxara did not turn. She did not smirk. There was no teasing glint in her eyes, no provocation in her posture. Her attention remained fully on Mimi, expression softened into something that sat uncomfortably between focus and care. Every motion was restrained, precise, as if she were afraid even a careless breath might disturb the girl.
"The demon is protecting Mimi… She's cradling her…" Vex whispered with a shocked voice.
At that, Nyxara finally looked up.
Her gaze slid from Mimi's face to Vex, unhurried, eyes steady. "Why the shock?" she asked. "This 'demon' can act like a nurturing caretaker." Her tone flattened. "I'm not just a horny slut."
"You could've fooled me," Ayame murmured.
Nyxara's lips pressed together. Then she frowned. "I could've fooled myself as well..." She glanced down at Mimi again, brow knitting. "I only just found out now, too."
