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Zerras glanced at the kitchen doorway. "Are you sure it's okay?"
Zerras looked unsure, folding his hands. "It's rude in demon culture to hold someone's child without the mother's permission."
"I'll be alright. I don't mind." He tipped his head slightly. "Thank you for the offer, though."
He frowned slightly, looking into the kitchen. "We're just friends. I wouldn't want to cause any trouble."
Zerras rolled his eyes playfully with a small laugh. "We're not married."
"Sort of near the city," he said, tilting his head slightly.
He tipped his head slightly. "Yes, on the way over she did."
"I can have wings," he said easily, folding his hands. "I can also have bigger horns."
Zerras stood straight again, raising an eyebrow slightly. "We aren't married. We're just friends."
Zerras knelt down for Rosalind, tipping his head. "I'm okay. I'll wait for your sister before I have anything."
He nodded slightly, looking back at the rest of her family with a small frown.
Zerras watched Juniper, unsure whether or not to follow.
"Demons are generally not so welcome in Anthyria," he said, a small frown on his face. "Many places turn us away."
Zerras seemed very uncertain, his brows furrowing slightly as he glanced nervously at the family. "I don't need to be paid, ma'am. I'm just...
Zerras looked nervous, he watched her as well, but for the most part seemed to avoid her gaze, his face set with a frown.
He followed her, rubbing his arm nervously.
He nodded, a small frown on his face. "Ready."
He went to help clean as well, folding the other clothes.
He slipped the shirt on finally and nodded. "Alright. Let's clean."
He looked over at her and stuck his tongue out playfully.
