(Hai, hai...I shall do the skippy part...)

Before letting the male go any further, Asima had slipped from the room, locking her door with the metal bar, and leading Malum to her bed, where she returned his kiss eagerly.

Too soon, the sun had begun to set, the last rays leaving the female's terrance, and the princess sat up from the bed, giving a tiny sigh, glancing back towards Malum. "Do you still plan to go out...?"

Asima nodded, glancing away once more. "Just be safe, alright? Whenever you leave, I suppose I'll say goodnight to my brother, then go to sleep. When do you think Solum will arrive, lo-here?" The princess flushed, laying back on the bed, nuzzling up to Malum's side, letting her fingers rove over his chest slowly.

Hugging herself, Asima viewed him doubtfully. "You don't have to kill me or anything...don't look at me that way. I don't intend to tell." Now is as good as time as any... "Besides, when you leave to return to Frodan, I'll still be here, and it isn't like I could reveal to Nemiah where Frodan is, and you don't let me inside enough to know how to hurt you. So, your secrets are safe."

"And, as for the trail, I'm not sure what to tell you...I wouldn't know what Solum would look for..."

Alright.)

Asima watched him go, huffing slightly. She hadn't expected him to ask her to stay with him, though the Lakar bit threw her off. "I won't bring them into your buisness..." Asima called quietly after him, though she could certainly ask for their help finding out for herself.

Feeling even more worthless, and even more like a willing whore, Asima dressed quickly, moving out and heading to nemiah's rooms, knocking gently.

"H-hullo, brother..." Asima moved into the room, standing there akwardly, "Um...I've decided I will stay...Other than Malum's escape, did your day go alright?" The princess move to his desk, touching the papers gently. "Is there anything I could help you with?"

Asima stared at her brother for a moment, before shaking her head and moving to her brother, guiding him from the chair to his bed. "Sleep...I tell you what, I'll be your event keeper now, alright? I won't make any decisions, I'll just keep track, alright?" Without waiting for Nemiah's response, Asima pushed back on his chest, wanting the male to lay down. She tugged his cover over him then, sighing. "I am sorry for leaving, Nemiah. I've missed you so much. I'll do whatever I can to help now, alright?"

Asima had grinned against her brother, and pulled away, moving to his desk. She began reading the work he had to do, organizing the sheets. Poor Nemiah, shoved into this so suddenly.

(Good night...Ohhh, bad Malum!)

Asima finished up with the papers, moving back to her room slowly, exhausted. She could see why her brother was so worn. Idly, the female checked Malum's room, frowning when it was still empty. Unable to wait up for him, the princess crawled into her bed, falling asleep right away.

Asima woke as her bed shifted, muttering and stretching. As she felt more than saw Malum's body lay next to her, the female wiggled over, pressing into his side. "That took a while...everything is set up? Did you run into trouble?" Her chocolate eyes opened, eyeing the male. "Are you alright?"

Asima fell silent, biting the retort she wanted to throw at him. Why was she so angry lately? And it all festered inside of her, making her want to rip out her silky hair and scream.

Instead, after her silence the princess nodded, glancing around. "I wanted to see Lakar, so I suppose I'll bring some food up quickly for you. And I told Nemiah I'd help him with a few things, alright? Lock the door after I leave." Without waiting for a reply, Asima darted downstairs to the kitchens, selecting various fruits. She didn't eat herself, feeling somewhat ill. Besides, it would prove a good excuse, if someone was to ask why she was bringing the food to her room once more.

On her way back, she paused by her brother's door, listening for a moment, not wanting to knock and wake him, but wanting to be there for him if the male had woken.

Asima continued moving, opening her doors slowly, eyeing Malum with a frown. "What part of lock the door didn't you understand? You could easy slip away if you're seen. Nemiah's thoughts would center on your...whore again, and I'd be left to take the punishment." She deposited the fruits on Malum's lap, before continuing in a calmer voice. "Look. You may not care for me, but this is something I'm asking you to do, to make my life here easier...please?"

Asima clearly hesitated before answering. Why should Malum get to stay? He didn't care for her, so why risk herself caring for him.

After a long moment, she sighed, shaking her head and sitting on the edge of the bed. "You can stay as long as you want. This will be the last time I'll get to see you, after all." She eyed a plum for a moment, before turning away from it. Simply looking at it made her feel queasy. "Would you like anything before I go see Lakar?"

Asima glanced at him in suprise, "W-why does that matter? And...of course I'll miss you." The princess grew red, and glanced away. "As stupid and foolish as it is, I care for you, more than I should. There simply isn't any reason to show that to you. You don't care, won't even use my name, and my emotions just make me feel weaker in front of you." The princess explained, finally grabbing the plum, biting into it angrily.