You can't tell whether it's the months of exhaustion, the taste of her food, or the fact that she's just so damn cute, but you can't help but melt at her request. Any sense of distrust and paranoia were gone now. You finish the last bite of the meal she brought you before you turn back to her. "Please, please for the love of God pamper me." You beg.
She giggles a bit at the desperation in your voice before lowering her hand flat in front of you motioning for you to climb on. You walk up to the hand and begins to climb on, but the second your foot touched her fingertip, your worn-out body finally gave out as you feel the stress flow out of you and your legs give out on you. You flop face-first into her palm. She lifts you up out of the bush and begins to carry you out of the park.
"As you wish. Let's go back to my home and I'll run you a nice hot bath and tuck you in for a nap." She says in a motherly tone. What kind of kid is this?
You try to talk to her, but your mouth is muffled by her hand and you can't find the strength to flip yourself over. But she felt your attempt to speak and rolled you on your back with her finger. "What was that?" She asks.
"So what's the deal with you Senko? I've never seen little girls that can cook like you or act so... motherly. You also know alot more about my situation than you should, how?" You ask.
"Well, for one, I'm not much of a 'little girl'. I'm a lot older than I look. I'm an eight hundred year old servant of the gods, a fox demigod if you will. It's through their will that I knew about you and came to help you." She explains.
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. There's no way she was an actual fox girl, let alone a god, right? You look up at her smiling face and focus on her fox ears, and to your shock you see them twitch. They were real?! But that would mean that she was telling the truth.
Right now though, you were too tired and too relaxed to be bothered to question her beyond that. Your eyes begin to get very heavy. Her hand was so soft, it was like a bed in itself. With one last look at her face, you drift off and let her carry your sleeping body.
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