In some ways, she reminded him of a much smaller version of Yasha, perhaps from her teenage years. It was welcoming in its own way; he did miss her. He missed all of the Nein, but would never wish for them to arrive.

“Do not let them abuse your kindness and willingness to help. And I am not referring only to the demons.”

His brow furrowed, and he offered the shade of his parasol. Magic could take a lot out of someone, depending how far along in their learning they were. “Would you like to sit down? I saw a bench not far off.”