"I would hope you would watch each other's backs, honestly." With a quiet huff, she makes a face at him: a wrinkling of her nose, a pursing of her lips. "I do not command either of you. This agreement was strictly for his survival and nothing more."

That expression softens, and she's soon looping her arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

We've the mind ravens, my love. Every morning, every night, and all the moments in between.

"I've not felt a thing. He says this is the servant's responsibility, to protect their master, even with how much mana is utilized."