A butterfly... he thought, watching it hover in the air above the Neko tied to the bed post before coming to land in her lap.
"A Nightwatcher..." she muttered. "But I thought them to always be green..."
The blue insect leapt from her thigh and fluttered up to the bed, landing beside the still-sleeping Celia and gently probing her nose with its antennae. Seemingly satisfied with whatever it found, it turned toward Galen in the doorway and shifted its legs around before its glow intensified. The Private shielded his eyes as this bug once again lit up like a tiny star too impossibly bright to look at.
A deafening silence then hollowed out his ear drums, some force draining the whole cabin of sound before the room finally went dark again. Save for the firelight and a dim, blue glow.
"You c
