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Rilyanassë watched as Amara tried to distance herself from him. This confused him. If she was one of them, why was she trying to get away from him. In her attempt to get away from him, Amara seemed to stumble backwards, going under the water. He almost went after her. That strange feeling in his chest trying to move him into action. His fear was the only thing that kept him from jumping into the pool for her. He watched in agony as the girl struggled before finally coming back up. She was coughing and seemed to be paying him no mind. The Demon could not understand why she wasn't coming after him. The girl was struggling to get out of the water. He felt a weight leave him as she finally was able to get out of the pool and laid down. He regarded her as she lay there, noticing now the markings that were upon her skin, glittering. She had not said anything to him and he was beginning to think that perhaps he should get away while he still could. "Rily, please, I'm sorry!" Amara yelled towards him. He only stared at her with his golden eyes glowing. He made no indication that he'd heard her. He would not allow himself to be tricked again. He should have known when the Angels had attacked back at her home that he couldn't trust her. He began feeling a truly strange feeling in his chest. It almost felt as if someone had ripped his heart right out of his chest. He wasn't sure why, it wasn't like he'd really known Amara that long. He shouldn't be this attached to her already. The..girl was sitting now. When she had moved, he did not know. "I'm not going to hurt you, Rily, please.." Amara said. To Rilyanassë, it sounded as if she were about to cry. Sure enough, not a few seconds later, Amara was crying.

The Demon could not understand. Why was she so upset? Amara was still crying, now into her knees. The Demon watched as the markings and the wings disappeared. Rilyanassë slowly stopped growling and snarling. He was feeling no threat from Amara and thought that perhaps it was safe to calm himself. "I'm a monster..." she said. The Demon slowly and silently made his way to Amara. She had not seemed to notice him. He cautiously approached the girl from the side, eyeing her. He knew that he couldn't shift to comfort her as she would most likely say something about his lack of clothes. Instead, he gently pushed his soft canine head under her arm, effectively making it so that she had to look at him. He was partially standing in her lap now, staring into Amara's face. He wanted her to look at him. He gently began to lick her beautiful face, as if trying to apologize for reacting the way he had. She had only startled him and his natural instincts had kicked in. He wanted to tell her so badly that she was no monster. That if either of them were, it was Rilyanassë. Stopping his licking, the Demon gently rested his furry forehead against Amara's shoulder. He wanted so badly to hear her voice, for her to stop crying. He could not think of any other way to get her to stop besides remain so very close to her.