Treasure or Trash?

Taira and Vermeil emerged from the tent with Tiche and her brother Vaal.

Ignoring the somewhat distasteful gaze of the Youn Wouj, they remained hand-in-hand.

This small act of defiance was perhaps their way of making it clear that they cared very little for any opinion she might have about their relationship.

As she was currently unable to talk, she had to suffice with glaring in vehement disgust.

Vaal was staring too, but with significantly less judgment and more pity.

'Poor guy… he clearly has a condition.'

Again, it wasn't necessarily outlandish for him to think that since in his culture what Taira was doing was no different from fucking a buttered up bagel every night.

They didn't have doctors for this sort of thing, but they did have a shaman to assist with ailments.

Vaal thought it may be a good idea to have Taira see her at some point in the morning.