The last time Cobra heard Minerva's soul, the maelstrom inside had dissipated but not departed completely. Now, there was nothing, not even a steady drum of rain. It was as if the torrent of conflicting thoughts and feelings never existed, her mind in almost perfect harmony. How could this be? Lucy's advice may have helped, yes, but this level of change indicated something far deeper than an encouraging word. What on Earthland had happened? And why did the calm feel more unsettling than the storm? He pulled himself back to the real world as Lucy continued.
"…So, I heard there's a new shop in town," Cobra grunted, and Lucy shot him a side-eye, "I hear it's a little unusual. It's some kind of, uh, Love Doctor place I think? Have you heard of it by any chance?"
"I have. I went there not three days ago." Cobra's eye threatened to bug out of his head. There was someone alive who wasn't the demon that would admit to such an act so openly?! Either she had nerves of steel, or whatever was making her soul so still also hallowed out any thoughts of shame.
"Oh! Um, how was it?" Lucy asked.
"Nice. Nice people are running it." Minerva smiled briefly before reverting to her neutral expression. "They gave good advice. You can trust them."
Cobra frowned. Something about her response… He decided to test his suspicions. "I don't think I've met you, how do you know Lucy, Minerva?"