Despite the misgivings he's presently and secretly harbouring, Abysa's closeness is comforting. Micolash's limbs and posture loosen from where he'd been trying to hold them close and curled. The demon is so warm and gentle, so endlessly kind to him.

He shouldn't be doubting. He shouldn't feel uncertain.

But just thinking it doesn't dispel it. Micolash cannot forget the mockery Abysa spoke of these other beings festooned with eyes, the open disdain he has for them. Has Abysa been making fun of him this whole while? Was he cringing or laughing behind his back to listen to the Mensis scholar go on at length as to the importance and urgency of more eyes? Was Abysa hoping to lure him away from that line of study and make him lose his way?

Feeling greedy and dishonest, to be thinking these things even as the demon comforts and heals him, Micolash still cannot stop from wanting to lean back into him. To feel that warmth and soft cloth (that he'd wept blood all over) pressed to his back. Even as the spell begins to lull him to slumber, Micolash asks quietly, "Stay with me...Please..."

Selfish. Greedy. Doubter.