Stop Laughing and...
Leonel sighed a breath of relief. Once again, the speed of Aina's recovery shot up again.
Sitting in the pool, Leonel allowed her to rest against his chest. Soon, her breathing stopped hitching and became calm and her head fell back against Leonel, the light sound of snoring coming from her parted lips.
Leonel smiled.
He quite liked this feeling. The way he could envelop her small frame in his arms and protect her, it made him feel at peace.
Leonel chuckled lightly. As expected of Aina, rather than wearing delicate female underwear, from what Leonel could tell, she actually wore male boxers. Her reasoning was probably that it was more comfortable, at least for battle.
Of course, Leonel was too much of a pansy to actually look with his eyes. He could just tell by how the fabric felt on his thighs.
Had Mordred been there, she would have most definitely rolled her eyes.