Eventually, the two came out of the quarters.
Ruby had a radiant smile plastered over her face, walking next to Michael, her tail wrapped around his waist, unwilling to let go.
Although she kept quiet, she was imagining their future, where she might one day come to marry him. Among everyone else, she had been the one and only bold enough to proclaim so… mostly to gain access to his mother's cooking, but that was an irrelevant detail.
As for Michael, he felt conflicted.
From what he understood about the soul weapon of Lord Eleanora, she had worsened the instability in his soul, making him irrational. Thanks to Ruby's assistance, he had gradually managed to recover. It was all the better that it had helped them bridge any gap that had once separated them.
