Emily opened her eyes when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She straightened up, stretched while yawning, and found Xenora standing in front of the cell. The succubus was carrying a tray of steaming bowls.
"Doc said the prophet should be awake by now," Emily explained while rubbing her eyes. "The effects of the sleeping drugs should have worn off. Even Doc can't determine the cause of it yet... By the way, why did you come here?"
"I just want to deliver breakfast to her," Xenora responded without looking at the supreme undead.
Emily chuckled. "Admit it. You are curious about the next female candidate for lord Vorn, right?"
Xenora didn't answer and instead asked another question. "Have you thought about what Lord Vorn said about us not fighting anymore?"
"The point is, I no longer care about your preferences. I realized there was no point in worrying about such things. Besides, I've been too busy with Lord Vorn's tasks."
"I see." Xenora nodded. "Good then."