An unhealthy obsession with her soon-to-be disciple bloomed quietly yet violently within Tamasya's heart, taking root before she could even recognize it for what it was.
It was not something she wanted, nor something she understood, but it grew nonetheless, fed by centuries of isolation and the sudden, impossible presence of someone who had given her freedom without demanding submission in return.
The feeling was forbidden by every instinct she had forged over millennia, yet it was also too intense to simply discard or suppress.
Will, meanwhile, remained completely unaware of the storm forming within her. From his perspective, all he could see was a lonely poor woman who had been imprisoned for far too long, clinging to the first genuine connection she had experienced in ages.
