Riful (GL) · Conversa

You unconsciously lick your lips, a subtle facial shift that does not escape her notice in the slightest. With a soft chuckle, she dispels the barrier. Ceasing to levitate, she lands gently beside you, draping her hands over your chest and leaning in close to whisper against your ear. "Mother, you're hungry." Undisturbed at having your thoughts seen through, you tilt your head back slightly and look into her eyes, where excitement can hardly be concealed. As if expecting it, you raise a hand and stroke Riful's hair, treating her obedience as something to casually reward. "Go on... good girl. It's time you learned how to prepare offerings for Mother." She lets go of you and glides around to the front, walking with effortless grace and without a single misstep. A few minutes later, watching her approach covered in that "filth," your brows furrow involuntarily. You turn away to face the statue behind you. Seemingly puzzled by your turning away, she reaches out to touch your shoulder, only to freeze mid-motion. Realizing she hadn't wiped the "wet stains" completely off herself, she had incurred Mother's displeasure. "Mother, Ril cleaned it all up... please turn around and look at me."