Communication is the key for any kind of relationship

At the end of the forest path leading to a nice viewing spot on the other side of the lake, I saw Arta sitting crossed legs on top of a boulder; my wedding journal on her lap.

I stopped behind the line of trees, contemplating how to approach her, but Jade had already flown toward Arta before I could prevent it. The little bird chirped lightly and landed on Arta's shoulder, touching the demon's cheek.

Arta turned to look at me, smiling as usual even though I could see her swollen eyes. "Does Lesta ask you to talk to me, Young Master?"

I almost hiccuped from being found out so swiftly, and she chuckled slightly while scooping Jade off her shoulder--this time, the little bird pliantly left itself to be held. "This is not your usual walking route," she added.

Well, I guessed it was too obvious. Jade being so soft and agreeable also contributed to that, I presumed.