Armel feels shivers run down his spine. Not the good type of shivers, the shivers of dread one feels when they realize the harsh reality that they have tried to deny over and over again.
It's painful, but he must face it. Marguerite isn't here right now. He wants to know who is this strange imposter inside her body, but he is also scared to ask.
She tilts her head to the side, her slender fingers crawling up his chest. Fairies have always been very sultry and open to these things. She feels no shame or embarrassment as she stands there in front of this man. Armel finds it a little disturbing, especially looking at the face he addressed as Marguerite for so long.
He breathes in and takes the frail woman into his arms. He doesn't look at any place he shouldn't, feeling that things like this should be done with the consent of both parties, and that means the original owner of this body.