Simultaneously, winds lifted both Monday and Frances.  Monday was carried them to Naefu who wrapped him in his arms. "I am here, little one." he nuzzled him, wiping at the stickiness Frances had left on him. Frances however remained suspended in the winds, face contorted as it appeared to slice at his delicate flesh.<br/><br/>"Frances is sorry! It hurts. Please stop!" he cried through choking gasps. The wind took his breath away making talking a challenge.<br/><br/>"You touch what is mine and expect mercy?"<br/><br/>"Please! I will be good. I promise!"<br/><br/>"You said the same thing before, filthy." with a sickening sound, one of his tentacles was nearly severed by a slice of wind, increasing his cries to a throat searing wail.<br/><br/>"There will be no next time for you."