"Alis, wake up. We're home."
Stirred by Starveil's voice, Alistair slowly opened his eyes. The old butler had taken him to get crutches, and during the ride back, his endless chatter showed no signs of stopping. Alis had simply shut his eyes and pretended to sleep.
"How do you fall asleep while I’m still talking?" Starveil grumbled, visibly itching to talk but left with no audience. The frustration was practically radiating off him.
Alis rolled his eyes. "Seriously? You ramble like a broken record—more effective than a lullaby. Couldn’t stay awake if I tried."
"You little rascal!" Starveil snorted, shoving the crutches into his hands. "Here, smart-mouth. Walk yourself."
"Yeah, yeah. Go ice your vocal cords, old man—must be exhausted from all that yapping." Alis grabbed the crutches, s
