Vira stared into the eyes of the beast, and in that moment, there was none of the amber color of the monster craving blood: instead, it was the warm brown of the girl that admired her so much. Even in this state, where she was holding onto the scraps of herself and falling into conflict with corruption, a part of her still couldn't help but want to cling to Vira now.

"Thanks. Thank. You."

It was, however, getting easier for the beast to talk, as if it were starting to come easily now.