Dorothea gave a goofy smile.
Then she hurriedly straightened her face, becoming the shrewd, wise Miss Crow once more.
"How can we work together without understanding our companions' abilities?" Dorothea looked solemn. "This is for the Lord's cause, too!"
"Tell Him that when you see the Lord in a moment." Elsa shook her head, both annoyed and amused, and patted Dorothea's waist.
"Come down a little."
Dorothea was not short-in fact, she was rather tall. She hurriedly bent down, but she was still a little too high, so she simply dropped to one knee.
Elsa found the sight amusing. "What, are you pledging your allegiance to me?"
She extended a finger. A golden gleam gradually rose in her formerly pale eyes, and a rich, sweet fragrance suddenly emanated from her entire body.
Dorothea swallowed, struggling to suppress the urge to rush forward for a taste as she waited quietly.
Elsa's body was becoming fragrant and sweet. Dorothea felt her desire gradually rear its head, but that sweetness also held a trace of warmth, like a blazing fireplace on a winter night, like the piping-hot soup set on the table when she came home.
A trace of dreaminess crossed Dorothea's eyes. She felt as though she had fallen into a warm embrace.
In her daze, she remembered her mother. Her mother had abandoned them when she was very young, and she had thought she had long since forgotten the warmth of that embrace.
Only now did she realize that she had always remembered it; she had simply been unable to recall it for a time.
"...Sis?"
The call beside her ear brought her reluctantly back to reality, and she even nuzzled instinctively against that embrace.
Only when she opened her eyes did she discover, to her surprise, that she had somehow