Once Ashelia was seated and had collected herself a bit, she tilted her head upward to look at Azrael standing over her, his warm gold eyes fixed down at her.
"What did I do?" he suddenly asked.
Ashelia blinked a few times in confusion. "Do you mean just... just now?"
"Yes." Azrael nodded.
"Well..." Ashelia subtly licked her lips, and her eyes darted around as she thought of an answer. "You sat me down under the tree?"
Azrael huffed. "Yes, Milady, I know that's what I did, but how exactly did I do it?"
Ashelia wanted to tilt her head to the side again. Why on earth was he asking her all these pointless questions?
She didn't have a clue, but she felt like it was important for her to answer.
"You took my hand and pulled me into your..." Her cheeks reddened a little. "...And pulled me into you before quickly taking me up, turning around and settling me down."
"Correct," Azrael commented, crouching down in front of her. "You have a good memory, Milady."
