Her frown deepened and she set Digit down. “Digit, seylun detresii elu vyen,” she said, speaking in her native tongue. Digit obliged, scampering off to his bed. She looked over at Basel again. “There. I am completely for you now.”
She scooted over slightly, moving her legs to the left so he could join her, her arms already encircling his waist.
Her hand brushed through his hair and she glanced over at his work table. "Could I try an experiment?"
He would soon come to realize that Anya was very meticulous about safety with the lab. She moved about with the knowledge of someone who has well-informed on the subject, but cautiously, as if she lacked the practical experience. As the minutes past, Basel might come to realize that that was exactly what the case was. She washed her hands, taking care to wash every nook and cranny. When she was done, she put two pairs of gloves on, admiring her sterile tools. Then, she put on a pair of goggles, going over the cupboard and pulling out a few different compounds.
