Amaya pulled Akihime into her arms and held her tightly. "That isn't your reality." She said firmly. "No one will ever lay a hand on you, I will not let them, lest I have to cut the hands off of every man."
"Of course." She helped Akihime stand, helping her to her bedchambers and into bed. Amaya sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the covers over Akihime, then began to let her hair to soothe her.
"You guided me and protected me...you helped my plans meet fruition...I would still be in my isolated little tower if you weren't of help..." She said, "You give yourself too little credit.."
Amaya scowled softly, wishing she could just do away with the elf that was causing strain on Akihime. "Forget them, they're meaningless." She said softly.
She shook her head. "The only important matter I need tending to is you, my lady." She said. "Shall I ready your stamina potions?" She asked, not wanting her to work on that woman anymore, but knowing she would anyway.