"Engel, are you even listening?" Laila asked exasperatedly as she looked at the man whose blank gaze was lost in space. He hadn't muttered more than a word since they convened in his library, and he had to.
She turned to Elyon, wondering why he was also silent, but she wasn't too surprised to find him fiddling with the stupid dagger he always carried around.
"Have you missed fighting so much?" She asked irritably, her eyes holding a cold glare at Elyon, who snorted.
"I already had my full of it two nights ago. Demonized elven corpses aren't a fetish for me." He casually replied.
Laila tried not to raise her voice or scowl at him. "Then why aren't you saying anything?" She demanded, and Elyon raised his gaze to her, his lip slightly curved in a crooked smile.
