The kitsune seemed to revel in teasing her quite a bit, or at the very least enjoyed watching her embarrassed face. It was something about her eyes, that subtle sparkle they had about them that gave the woman away, and for some reason it delighted the demoness to see her do so. At the same time though, it made her nervous as well, wondering which feelings fueled that need to tease. Was it just a kitsune's trickster nature finally surfacing, or was there more to it? A deeper meaning. It was that insecurity about it all that made it harder for Kenna to properly reason on what had passed not too long ago. On what had happened during all those times before, when it was just the two of them alone. Yes, she was still afraid to lose if she dared like someone more than just on friendly terms. But then again, this fluttering feeling in her stomach was something she had yearned for to feel again. And, well… those eyes looking at her now she'd dropped her guise for her true demonic self was one that would make even the coldest of hearts stutter. It was safe to say that the demoness' blush was going places right now. Viciously red places. Yet embarrassed as she may be, there was this small smile playing on her lips that showed she was actually enjoying it. The compliment especially.
So when she finally got over the initial embarrassment and asked what had been bothering her, Itori's reply was less denying than expected. Although she'd just told her to take it easy due to the pain she was still in, asking for at least a little bit more help was something her beloved actually agreed to. Itori was contemplating the idea, probably thinking of a way to help her, and soon enough settled on something. She noticed it by the look in her eyes, that clever gleam that crossed her face whenever she had an idea. It was something the demoness had learnt to notice, and frankly, she was happy that she was finally managing to read her partner more thoroughly, even if the kitsune was a blank canvas most of the time. Itori placed her hands upon Kenna's shoulders, and almost instantly she felt how magic was gathering around Itori in a way only she could pull off. Although the link was still faintly present, the intricate magic signature she was creating and connecting between them was something the demoness hadn't seen before. She did well to mentally take note of it, and remember as much of it as she could. If anything, she could ask Itori for the details again later.
And the more she focused on remembering the design, the more her pain started fading, slowly, until what she was feeling was nothing more than a phantom of what it once had been. The pain that remained was faint, but there was still a slight bit of strain on her body and muscles, be it not enough to bother her. Safe to say, the white-haired demoness was delighted. This was more than she'd been hoping for that Itori would do for her… and at the same time this was exactly what she expected. It showed her how much she was willing to do for her, and that thought alone made Kenna smile. Like Itori she too stretched her fingers, turned her body as to purposely trigger the muscles that felt the most strained earlier, and felt that even those were negligible. Itori's frown however hadn't escaped her, and a knot of worry formed in her stomach as she started overthinking again. Even when the frown disappeared the worry remained, and her suspicions seemed true when the vixen explained her what she had done. "Itori…" she let a short pause fall before continuing, her gaze not leaving the white-haired kitsune's eyes. "Please don't push yourself for my sake. I know you're stronger than me at this point, but that doesn't mean I like to see you in pain either, as ironically as that may sound after this request… but… thank you." she said sincerely. It was the least she could say. If she'd notice too much of her own pain reflected within the kitsune's expressions she'd immediately ask for the pain to be transferred back to her. But until then she couldn't help but be a bit selfish about enjoying her free movement again. If only for a little.
Now she was 'fit' again, the kitsune asked a very essential question; what would they do now? A simple suggestion was the first thing she brought up; having something to eat. After all, she had been asleep for three days straight, and by the looks of it Itori too hadn't left her side during all this time. As if to empathise Itori's suggestion, Kenna's stomach growled loudly, leaving the demoness with an embarrassed look. ”I, uh… heh, I think that might be a very good idea.” Honestly, she hadn't even noticed or realised the fact that she's gone three days without food until Itori had mentioned it. If she hadn't, the demoness would've most-likely remained oblivious to it even when her stomach would start to growl. Dinner it was! But first, a mental debriefing of the fact that she had still been wearing the same things as she had three days earlier… and getting really conscious about it in the end. Kind as it was, it only added to the embarrassment, although that probably wasn't the hardest thing presenting itself upon her plate at this moment. "Let me just freshen up and change into something else first then." she said, carefully hopping off her bed. She felt slightly weakened due to the lack of sustenance, but her legs held out and didn't buckle. Good. At least one solid victory. A sideway glance was all she gave Itori as further explanation, together with a smile. "I know just the place for us to go to once I'm done. And don't worry, I won't take too long." Kenna added surprisingly chipper and cheerfully for someone who'd just awoken after three days of constant slumber. Gods, Itori's magic really did wonders.
Now she was certain her legs would hold, she made her way towards the other side of her room, pulled open a drawer and started rummaging through it until she found what she was looking for. A new outfit, surprisingly warm despite its chilly appearance; a pair of black pants and off-white halter top with a black brassiere. When she opened the drawer with undergarments she startled when reaching out to her chosen piece. Out of the blue it disintegrated in the very palm of her hand, gone without a physical trace, only a faint magical one that lingered. Kenna frowned. She was quite certain this was not something she could've done. A subtle glance towards Itori made sure that she too did not seem to be the one causing it. And although this should've been alarming, the demoness paid less heed to it than she should've otherwise done. After all, someone was waiting for her, and she was starving. Shrugging at the matter at hand, Kenna closed her drawers again and grabbed her dark brown, laced leather boots and walked off to her bathroom for a quick shower. Doing that, along with getting dressed and drying her hair --hurray for the convenience that was fire magic-- barely took her 10 minutes, and she appeared before the vixen again in all her dressed, stomach-growling glory. "Sorry for the wait, I'm all set to go." she smiled, taking the kitsune's hand and dragging her along. Even if said 'dragging along' was more her opening a portal that directly lead towards one of the many squares in Ace of Spades.
The portal opened quietly, and a few curious eyes looked their way as the twosome stepped through it. She could see some frowning, while others gave a nod in greeting once realising who the two were. After the events with the Elders, all were more on edge when it came to sudden appearances of things. Which in fact, she entirely agreed with. Kenna nodded back in greeting, making the smallest of formalities before leading then further like a trained bloodhound. She knew where to go, and was very keen on getting there as soon as possible before the hunger got to her even more. Her destination? A quaint little café that offered a fair amount of dishes for the hungry of heart and body. One of the waiters recognised Kenna and gestured her to follow, which the white-haired heir eagerly did without ever letting go of Itori's hand. They were seated at a small table in the corner of the terrace, a but more remote allowing for the right amount of privacy without staff forgetting they were still there. A gentle summer-sun shone upon their table, and Kenna revelled in its warmth, visibly relaxed. "I suspect it's the usual, Kenna?" The waiter asked, more out of courtesy than out of the need to know. She came here whenever she had some free time on her hands, and her orders mostly entailed the same. Nodding, Kenna flipped through her menu, and suddenly looked as if she was about to make the most important decision of her life. "Althouuugh… could you add an extra serving of grilled chicken to that? Vegetable garden and all." The waiter rose an eyebrow and shook his head, seemingly amused by the Sabertooth guildmaster's request. "An extra serving of vegetable garden it is, then. And what would you like to order, miss?" The waiter asked after scribbling down Kenna's order, patiently waiting till Itori had ordered her fill. Kenna made sure to add that everything was on her today, hoping it would keep the kitsune from holding back. When Itori too had ordered, the waiter took his leave, only returning to bring then their drinks, and that their meals would be served soon. When he was properly out of sight, Kenna grinned sheepishly. "Sorry for dragging you off here so suddenly, but this place is just amazing. Not as big or fancy as the restaurants closer to the center of the city, but they definitely score high on their food. It's the reason I ended up coming here so often, and it kinda ended up in me becomings regular." she chuckled, taking a sip of her water. She silenced for a moment, giving ample time for Itori to tell something of herself, or reply to anything said. Then, Kenna put her glass back down and looked into the vixen's crimson eyes. "How are you feeling though, Itori? I've been asleep for three days apparently so I didn't really have the time to ask yet, but… after all of that, purifying that corruption, and Nemesis… are you feeling okay?" The question was a serious one. Kenna was genuinely curious and concerned of what effects the entire ordeal had had on her beloved.
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