Mew La La~

Myut certainly wasn’t back to 100%, but he was doing much better after that water. Even though he was still feeling enervated, his senses were starting to settle. However, if Myut weren't lying down he would still be very clumsy on his feet. He was unimaginably grateful to Cyr. How awful it would have been had he passed out alone in the baths or had to try to make his way to his room on his own. It was a horrifying prospect that anyone could have stumbled upon him, or perhaps worse, no one at all. Especially with no other armor than the scant towel that had been around his hips.

Meu hadn’t been cognizant enough to catch the flash of heat that passed Cyr’s eyes, instead having been far more focused on getting the water down and not dropping his cup. In all honesty he had probably been staring straight through the larger demon after confirming the other’s eyes were on his fingers. Heedlessly eyeing his lips without even realizing it.

Now that he was done, though, he tuned back in, having a moment of hesitation in giving the vessel back to Cyr. That, and how earnestly he had sucked that liquid down, was enough of a clue for Cyr to ask if Meu would like some more. It was this question that had Myut’s cheeks flushing a handsome red. “Ah, n-no, that’s alright,” he began hurriedly, sort of thrown by the fact Cyr had read his mind. It felt weird to make the other demon linger longer, waiting on him. “You should get some rest too,” the Greed supplied, speaking much more slowly and gently. And as though he had picked up on the uncertainty that Cyr was juggling with, he added with tone softened in octave, warm and pleasant although a little mumbly, “I’m good now, thanks to you.”