With a helpless sigh, Xion resigned himself to his fate.
"When I was trying to follow the instructions of dressing up—which, by the way, was far more difficult than climbing Mount Risa, and more frustrating than making the antidote—"
"Xion," cutting his babbling short, Darius leaned closer.
After gently brushing a thumb over the healer's furrowed brow, he lightly pinched the flushed, red-tipped ear. "Did you wear the clothes wrong?"
Xion made a noise that was somewhere between denial and despair.
"Are you..." Darius lowered his voice, gaze narrowing just slightly. "Are you naked?"
Up to this point, he hadn't seen anything beyond a glimpse of smooth legs and the gold bell fastened around Xion's ankle.
If his darling was truly bare beneath that mountain of covers, then he absolutely wanted to see.
A blush crept up Xion's cheeks, painting them in a lovely pink.
