"What do you mean by… hold you?" Lucius asked.
His brows furrowed slightly as he looked down at her.
He wasn't angry… he was just confused. Out of everyone in the camp, the Saintess was the last person he expected to ask for something like that.
"I…" Rita's eyes darted to the ground.
Her voice trembled. "I just… I want you to hold me."
Lucius blinked. "You want me to hold you?"
"I'm t-testing something," she stammered, her hands twisting together nervously. "I just need to know if…"
Her words trailed off.
Lucius sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Alright," he said slowly. "How do you want me to hold you then?"
She looked up at him, her face flushed from the cold or maybe embarrassment. "Hug me."
Lucius stared for a moment, unsure whether she was serious.
Something about this felt like some sort of ploy.
The Rita he knew was intimidating, she even kidnapped men to keep in her basement… The one standing before him looked like a lost child.
