"Sorry, I live nearby. Could you do me a favor and walk me home?"
"If I'm alone, I'm afraid I'll end up sleeping on the street."
Sleeping on the street would be bad enough, but now it was raining, and it was winter. He had work tomorrow, too...
He really didn't want to be found "lying dead" in the street by some early riser, then gawked at and pointed at, becoming the subject of people's gossip over tea.
For all he knew, he'd wind up enduring the unpleasant smell of disinfectant at the hospital and paying a huge bill.
And he'd have to take time off work.
Even if sick leave didn't cut into his pay, he'd lose his perfect attendance bonus.
And the end of the month was coming up.
His head was splitting, but all sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind, telling him he had to hold on to this "lifeline" in his hands.
"Please, it's really only a few steps away."
He fought down the turmoil in his stomach and used every last bit of strength he had to make his plea as gentle as possible.
His weak voice even carried a hint of desperation.
Rain Master Concubine's white pupils rested on the drunken human. Even as an adult man leaned on her like a support pole, placing all his weight on her, she didn't budge an inch.
She glanced at the human's hand gripping her shoulder.
It was trembling violently.
It looked as though he might let go at any moment and fall to the ground.
She wouldn't even have to do anything.
A strange light flickered in her eyes.
She had encountered humans who could see her before.
But this was the first time she'd met a human who dared to touch