Everyone Changes

I've never seen Zillah like this. Sure, he's always been protective of me, but now he's attentive... and cares about my feelings.

Like:
~He understood why I approached the demon Imri. He was very scolding, but was absolutely cute about it.
~He tended to my wounds, making sure they didn't stay infected. The look on his face when he inspected them showed me that he felt the pain of the gashes himself.
~He held me while I slept and didn't leave once.
~He makes sure I'm taking plenty of baths and supervises closely to make sure all mud is removed from my person.
~He doesn't complain when I trash the warehouse.
~He brought me to Hell just so I could see it. Unfortunately, the badguys there didn't like me much and kicked me out.
~He retired from being a Hellhound.
~He gives me kisses and love constantly.
~He's working on his bedtime story telling skills.
~He protects my honor any chance he gets, probably moreso than I realize.
~He got me a beautiful, one of a kind ring, promising to be with me forever.

He's my favorite.

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