Back to the cabin in the snowy region, Niavi is seen cleaning the living room. She has already worked on their bedroom, having it neat before making her way into the living room. Amneal knows nothing of this, having only recently stepped back into the house again, after only being gone for seven minutes. Amneal confronts her for this.

  Still standing by the front door in utter shock, as the snow quickly starts to melt at his feet, he asks her what she is doing, an obvious question with an even more obvious answer. She tells him that she is cleaning the living room.

  Amneal reminds her that she is still recovering, further pointing out that she should be resting. She hears his words but disregards them behind her calm face, simply telling him that she feels great.

  She adds that she still has to clean the kitchen, with Amneal feeling a slight level of stress build within him. He doesn’t bother though, quickly enjoying yet another moment that his lover is active and in better health. He knew that she wouldn’t have many more moments like this if he didn’t accomplish his mission.

  Amneal takes off his hooded coat and hangs it on the wall beside him, informing Niavi that he will be stepping out again in three days. He makes sure she knows that he will supply her with more mana that she can store within herself this time, over the course of these three days, but he will still be back in a reasonable time. She doesn’t question this.

  Niavi never questioned his moves. His whereabouts. His reasoning for things. She knew that every move he made had a clear reason behind it. She also knew that Amneal preferred being home with her than leaving out into the world. She was the more outgoing person before she got sick.

  Amneal tells his lover that he has found a cure for her sickness, and that he will definitely be retrieving it this time. This is quickly something else Niavi doesn’t question him about.

  She doesn’t bother to ask what the cure is, or how he will obtain it, and Amneal doesn’t bother to tell her anything more than what he has already said. He knows that Niavi wouldn’t approve of his methods for her survival. She was too kind to take the lives of another human being.

  Amneal had killed before. Though all his deaths were forced. Niavi knew about his past, also knowing that he has changed since then. The woman in the rain would be the first person Amneal would have to kill since meeting Niavi eight years ago.

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  Changing the subject, Niavi requests Amneal to go to the local market. She explains that she is planning on making a large meal for dinner later, though she is missing a few spices. Even though he had just walked back into their home, Amneal doesn’t comment back. He doesn’t even show any form of irritation.

  Amneal grabs his coat back off the wall and walks over to his lover. She stares at his wet shoes that he is tracking through their home. Her dagger eyes nearly stab through his feet.

  Rasing her head and coming into contact with her husband, Niavi welcomes a sudden kiss from him. He often used this method to distract her from things that he wanted to avoid confronting. She welcomed this always.

  Their kiss was drawn out. Since her sickness, he had kissed her like he was going to lose her the moment he released her. She welcomed this.

  Slowly releasing her lips, Amneal assures her that he will be back as quick as he can. With a light smile on her face, she tells him that he doesn’t need to rush, and that she will be perfectly fine, further commenting that she doesn’t want him to forget anything. He often did this, so he couldn’t argue with her last statement.

  Amneal makes his way out the front door, breathing in the cold air that instantly hits him upon leaving the warmth of his home. He makes his way into the nearby snowy woods that divide their distant home, and the nearby neighboring small town. He doesn’t get far into the woods before a large shadow surface from behind him. This forces Amneal to turn around.

  Having a feeling of what had come into contact with him, he turns around at an unbothered paste. A massive snow colored troll looms over him with disgust in its look. It clearly has some sort of history with Amneal.

  Amneal mocks it with the simple phrase, you again? The troll doesn’t take too kind to his words.

  Squatting down to Amneal’s level, the troll mocks Amneal back with a sharp grin and tells him that he saved him the trouble of breaking down the invisible barrier around their home. Amneal cares not for his words.

  He replies by stating that if he could tear down the barrier, he wouldn’t have waited this long to do so. He further insults the large creature by stating that trolls are known to be stupid, but he has never known them to be suicidal – though he invites the large being to take a shot at him.

  The troll grunts in anger before shouting in his face, YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!!! The trees shake behind this.

  Amneal doesn’t bat an eye. He doesn’t move a muscle. He doesn’t seem to care about the potential opponent in front of him.

  He makes a mental note to himself, stating that even without his full powers, he could easily dust this thing in front of him. He slightly moves his fingers accordingly, as if he was ready to draw his weapon. However, another shadow looms from the other side of him. This gets an instant reaction out of the troll, with taunting chuckles echoing as if they were bouncing around the inside of his throat.

  The troll that was in front of him rises, its attention on what was now behind Amneal. Amneal turns around a little bit faster this time, seeing a second giant troll in the process. This gets a slight reaction out of him, a near twitch in his right eye.