Slowly, Eiro took a step back from the Daughter of Winter, and then looked up at the Lady of Winter, while Jura stepped up to him and grabbed his arm tightly. "You buffoon! How-"
"It is fine, Jura." The Lady interrupted him, before the old man's grip imdiately loosened, as if Jura let go in shock.
"n shall not harm these blossoms for selfish reasons, that is true, but this Demon here did it for the little one. I cannot call this selfish, can I?" The Lady pointed out as she kneeled down in front of the Imp and slowly stretched her finger forward toward his chest, tapping it just once, before a cold that the Imp hadn't felt even after sitting there for hours was inflicted onto his body.
"Take this as a little gift." The Lady said, all the whilst a notification appeared right in front of the Imp.
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