“I assure you I am well enough now to no longer be sought to as if I am a child.” Sienna would speak to Grey as he would keep close to her side as he had caved into the words of his foe, king, and employer, and brought her to the chambers of Asmodeus who was now tending to the scratches upon her skin. The eldest of the trio would use a mortar and pestle to grind herbs into a paste as he would then set it in her direction to put on set on her skin herself.
“You are invaluable to the king.” Asmodeus would speak. “Your life, a precious gift...I shall remind you to refrain from advancing forward in recklessness as he will follow suit in indifference.” Sienna would nod in agreement before she was allowed strips of clean fabric to wipe the paste in a handful of minutes as she would then be lef
