Silvari's body seemed more beautiful, a sense of grace and motherhood surrounding her.
Her atmosphere caused him to feel strange was that she didn't rush to him or shower him with a barrage of words.
Instead, her lips formed a gentle smile as if relieved to see him back, safe and sound.
If Silvari used to be a raging blizzard, she was now more like a cool breeze, keeping the sun from burning his skin.
'Silvari is changing...'
The first to comment was Efrita, her hair more radiant than Vincent had ever seen, the lovely crimson strands dancing with her every step.
With a beautiful tan, she stepped forward, swiping the three girls away with the flick of her wrist, a smirk on her face as she grabbed Vincent's body.
Vera and P'ella landed on their asses, rolling over in pain, while Zerana just scowled at Efrita before running away after she glared back.
"You are such a bad man, making us so worried."