The smaller cultivator made no move to change their arrangement, even as the initial reason for it engaged deeply in conversation with her father. Her illusion portrayed them both sitting 'normally' with their eyes closed, pretending to rest together intimately.
"He loves to share his combat experiences, though he stopped talking so much about them the older I got. When I would understand them better if I were a normal child. Isn't he silly?"
"My family also selects stories to share of war and death. My father used to… regale me in between training sessions."
For a short moment, the ancient cultivator compared it to how she had so freely shown illusory battles to her infant sister… and lately started questioning it. The comparison to both fathers' ways made her cheek twitch, so she quickly placed a kiss on the side of her beloved's face.
