"I don't want to look ugly!" she cried out in panic.
Samael froze for a moment before he asked, "Who said that?" and he strutted towards her, stopping when she's within his reach.
He couldn't understand the strange fury that surged in his heart with the sheer thought of her thinking that way. He never felt that — not before or now in this fickle state — she was an embarrassment… if anything, this unfamiliar sense of shame stabbed his gut.
"No, it's not… that," she answered, barely reaching his ears. It's definitely that, he thought.
He had seen it, just moments ago, how Cassara raised her hand at Lilou. It would be more strange to him not to figure out that everyone in the palace shamed her. And yet, she was trying to come up with an excuse to not cause any more trouble. And he was letting her. (For reasons he couldn't understand himself.)
