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The fire remained crackling as Fern felt someone crawl onto her but she merely turned her face, knowing it was only Frieren. “Frieren-sama,” the purple-haired young woman wondered what her Elven master was doing but when she felt a gentle hold on her hips, she blinked at the silver-haired mage. “What’s wrong?” Frieren couldn’t look away from the younger woman. Cute. She thought.
Fern stared into Frieren’s eyes and suddenly, she felt soft lips against hers. At first, Fern stiffened but she quickly relaxed, knowing that the mage wasn’t going to hurt her. Frieren smiled softly. “Very cute,” she said.