That made her shoulders hunch, the memory of Shirou holding her, kissing her, how gentle he'd been, how embarrassed and awkward they had been because neither of them had any idea of what they were doing. It made her heart and body ache with loneliness and even if she tried not to let it show, her step sped up, anything to get away from this devil-woman. No, she would not taste corruption, but Arturia could not let anyone else close to her like that.

Even a harpy such as her.