Two Eyes Cenote help, I’m alive, my heart

The blessed touch of a pure Goddess touched down upon the devilbornes inked head. She did not deserve it. She deserved nothing of it, and not the warmth of care that poured from it. How could she? Even the Gods, perhaps, were unaware of if she could give back such feelings at all, or if she even understood them. What they were. How to hold them.

Her body temperature ran fine, but soon warm by the press of the Queen's examination of it. That tail of hers moved rapid at the tip for one second, two, then abruptly stopped.
"Over-work?" Her ears fluttered. Her voice swapped from a low beat to a high. "Oh, no! I like work! I on duty- always on duty! I enjoy! Fun. I will learn to be great mazoi, yeah? I travel! Love travel." Her eyes stayed down, a little hum from her lips as the next question, dainty as it was, it was serious with worry pulling her voice- Her speech frowned out its guilt.

"...I in prison?"