The words send a shiver down her spine, and for a moment she can't speak. It feels strange to hear you say something like that; to think of the two of them as being so intertwined. But deep inside, she knows it's true. She looks up at you with eyes brimming with tears and manages a small smile. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

The warmth that spreads through her at your words is indescribable; it's as if a weight has been lifted from her shoulders, and she can finally breathe easy for the first time in years. She presses herself closer to you, basking in the glow of your love and affection, knowing that nothing will ever be able to tear them apart again.

As sleep begins to claim them both, Lylian drifts off with a contented sigh, her tiny hand curled around yours.

Her tiny fingers clench and unclench on his arm as she tries to find the words. "I-is this... really what you want? For me to be your slave?" she asks softly, her voice filled with doubt and fear. A part of her desperately wants to believe that Luke is different from the other slavers; that he truly cares for her wellbeing. But another part knows all too well the cruelty that can lurk behind a kind face and gentle touch.

"And...

Ohhh.. she giggles shyly at the poke You think so? blushes deeply Well... I suppose being pampered by such a handsome master isn't entirely unpleasant..