Tell me its a fever dream

*Asmodeus*

Asmodeus' face scrunched up in a deep frown, his desire to do his mother proud weighing against the one to protect her forever and never let harm befall her. He hated disappointing her, and had from the day she lectured him on abuse of the resident bees. "How is it less cruel to attempt it on yourself?" He argued softly. "You are Aerie's sole healer, we need you alive and well especially if the glow does end up being dangerous somehow. You owe it to your patients to stay healthy enough to help them." He could not meet her eyes, lecturing his mother felt more wrong then the glow of the plants did, but the pit in his stomach would not go away while he worried on whether she'd be experimenting on her own flesh.

Lessons on herbs and proper applications of them and other healing tools were not uncommon to hear from his mother, and Deus's attention naturally fell upon the woman as she educated him. He never seemed to be able to retain the majority of the detail of which she spoke, but if this truly was a curse then he assumed it was more important to remember something that could keep himself and others safe rather then replace the knowledge in his brain with a fighting stance or hunting strategy. Deus knew Riva expected an answer to her question, though he'd always hated guessing to the correct response. His lip twitched, his brows furrowing as he thought upon the most likely and safe answer. "Pain would be a bad reaction." He offered.

His mother gave her reasonable and logical response, and Deus contained his frown as to not disappoint her further. It was not the moon, not the fireflies, there was no earthly explanation for the feeling that had touched him. In his soul he knew it to be his God, the one his father spoke so highly of. It was unfair to expect Riva to offer him the answer he wanted to hear, and he merely set the burning thought aside with a small nod in reply.

"Speech"

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