A mortal's sudden movement, like a stone cast upon a tranquil lake, stirred ripples in the sea of the Goddess's heart far more tumultuous than expected.
The arm that encircled Her waist was firm and strong, carrying a meaning that did not permit Her to escape.
This was no longer just a one-sided gift from the Divine Spirit or passive acceptance by the mortal, but rather the most primal collision of emotions stripped of their identities.
Fulingya, who had never experienced such feelings, felt the string known as "reason" in Her mind snap completely.
She emitted a nasal sound resembling a whimper, tightening the arms around Herbert's neck even further, Her agile body almost completely pressed against him in his embrace.
The Tree Spirit, who was supposed to be the giver, seemed to become the recipient, as if drawing some sort of strength from the situation.
