The mighty huntress stared at the Stone Saint, her hand hovering in the air, ready to grasp the shaft of the spear. Her beautiful hazel eyes were full of tension and dark anticipation.
The contrast between that fierce pose and the fact that she was still comfortably wrapped in a blanket was so funny that Sunny couldn't help but snicker.
"Gee, relax. Haven't you seen an Echo before?"
Effie blinked.
"That thing… is yours? Wait, you got an Echo?!"
He gave her a nod and gestured at the Stone Saint.
"Yes, I did. Meet Saint. Aint' she a beauty?"
The huntress stared at the taciturn creature, then scowled with outrage.
"You lucky bastard! You do know that I haven't even caught a sniff of an Echo after three years in this pit? How dare you get one before me, huh?"
Sunny laughed.
"Actually, this was my second Echo. The first one got killed in the Labyrinth."
