Nuwa woke up startled. She clutched her head and tried to remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was that her master had returned. Everything else felt so far in the past and so irrelevant that she immediately looked around for her master. 

The first thing she noticed was that she was not standing up in the kitchen but on a bed.

' How did I end up here? Did master abandon me?'

She started tearing up and continued looking around frantically. Suddenly, her master appeared next to her on the bed and stared at her unblinkingly. Nuwa flinched, jumped off the bed and crawled to a corner of the room. Then, she proceeded to cower while staring at the boy. Magnus, however, simply gestured for her to come over and sit with him on the bed. He patted on the spot on the bed next to him and waited.

Sensing that she had no choice, the confused girl with jumbled memories made her way over to the bed.  Sitting down next to her master, she twitched multiple times. Her body was afraid of the boy next to her. Yet, all she could feel was infatuation for the one she presumed to be a god. Her god.

While staring at him, Nuwa realised that she felt empty, incomplete. It felt as if someone had taken away something that had been a part of her for years. Something she never really noticed until now. Now, that thing was gone and she was unsure whether it would ever come back. 

Her master did not speak, neither did she. However, the feeling of incompleteness was daunting. Subconsciously, Nuwa felt that she would go crazy if she did not fill the void, so she did something drastic. In an act of complete trust and bravery, she put her head on the monster's leg. A lap pillow essentially. The monster in question allowed it to happen. 

Magnus had been observing the girl's turbulent mind the entire interaction and felt bad. Ironically the dimension eater felt bad for breaking his maid's mind. Since her actions, plays into how he had envisioned his relationship with the girl he had allowed her to show her affection.

He decided that having her suffer from Stockholm syndrome was better than letting her go into a fit of madness. He started giving head pats again and made a promise to the obviously obsessed girl.

" I promise you Nuwa, I shall visit you every once every month. I shall come at least once every month but for now... I shall stay. I need a break for a few months."

His mental health was important after all.