“Well, you look like shit.”
He was unresponsive, his eyes blank and his posture straighter than a pole. Meryl had never seen him so quiet and focused before. She was tempted to annoy him but she passed the verdict herself so she left him alone.
Hephit was finally out of solitary confinement and he was almost unrecognizable. He had healing welts, cuts and bruises all over his body, he was leaner than he left and there were always strange shadows lurking around him. In fact, no deamon had been able to get closer to him since he returned.
“I recently got my wings and they told me I had to wait for you to return before I could find someone qualified enough to teach me. You can’t teach me that in your days of silence so I’ll just show you now and you can think of a curriculum or whatever.”
