“I will only allow you to help me, no one else. So please, help me take care of my wound,” said Ian. Ian wanted to take care of ⨊'s injuries but knew if he stopped her she would think he was rejecting her so he insisted on her helping him. Ian watched as ⨊ helped apply medicine on him with trembling hands. “Sorry about that. I didn't instruct that one well,” said ⨊. “Sorry because of me you got hurt,” she added in a small voice. “If you want to make it up to me, then please hear me out,” said Ian.
“Fine, I'll hear you out,” said ⨊ after watching him for a few minutes. “I didn't mean what I said back then. I wanted to be useful to you and hated myself because I couldn't be your partner in every form. It was my own stupid way of thinking that I could do everything for you in an instant. I forgot that I was still learning. I am very happy being with you. You didn't make me unhappy,” said Ian. “Instead, I was miserable and upset when you told me to leave you and had to part from you,” he whispered embracing her.
“I know why you said that. I understand that from another beings point of view being a play partner to someone or spending time with them is a very low standing...” “It isn't, I would rather be with you just standing by your side in the shadows than be apart from you,” said Ian interrupting ⨊ and kissing her forcefully. “So please don't leave me alone again,” whispered Ian. “But your unhappy with just being my partner in that form...” “I don't...” said Ian interrupting ⨊. “It's a hidden desire or intention,” said ⨊ putting her finger on his lips and stopping his words.