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While being held by her beloved, a certain brunette illusionist had been questioned about a few things here and there. She had felt like sharing, but had nothing in particular to talk about that morning. Letting Qat explore her own interest in her was far more enjoyable to the reborn cultivator.
"Never?"
Her low voice double checked the answer she'd been given.
"Well, not… never. There was a period in my past life where I could not fake things with accurate illusions. But I don't exactly like expressing excessive contact with people that aren't… you."
The blonde moved her hand to the face laying on her chest, stroking her nails slowly up the underside of her El's jawline. The heiress had been monotone on arrival and largely well behaved. The amount of calm coiling in her spirit was actually somehow slightly concerning to Qatrand.
