A Cup Of Tea With A Succubus

"I'm sorry for scaring you," pouring a cup of tea to Raven, Aelin awkwardly smiled to try and hide her worry. She knew little about the hero, so meeting him was intimidating enough, but the circumstances around their meeting intimidated her even more.

Overpouring the tea cup and yet continuing to pour into it, she was doing a poor job of hiding her fear towards the chosen hero. However, realizing how she felt, Dairus gently lifted Aelin's hands before taking the tea kettle off of her hands. Her attention now turned to her lover, she took a deep gulp with a look of great concern. 

"Aelin, don't worry so much. Raven's not some blind preacher to harm you just because you look like a devil," Darius comforted, glancing sideways at Raven.