[She,knows him too. The face that could be mistaken for an angels; the manner that was poised and polished. He was far to sweet to exist, like he was only a painted cover for a wall or a pit cover.

But that dream was no dream then, or one the was...more. Like a vision granted from God. How...meddlesome. Caren sighs, watching him with coolness in her eyes. Sweat proceeds to trickle down her cheek, and she stands there, quietly, clad in her spandex shorts and shirt.

How can she understand a man like him?]

This is a difficult place to display any sin but wrath or sloth. I have no wrath, and I am not lazy, Sion Astal.

[She remembers him all right, the fight, the kiss. The shield. The man was...many things, and a fool was not one of them. Though she debated with that idea, seeing how his interaction with her, his attempt to hug her of all things.

Caren ventured over, well into his grip, though she did not clasp him. For a few moments, shield on her arm, she watched him quietly. She then proceeded to bend down, and pinch his cheek between her fingers.]

Perhaps you are the sinful one? You seek to embrace me, both in and out of dreams. Does my body truly interest you so much?