"Are you sure you're alright??"
"Ma, I swear I love you, but if you ask me that again, I'm going to scream."
Malachi exits the prison with two very anxious women directly on his heels.
Opal boldly grabs his tail before he can get too far away from her.
"Well, entertain me then. Why did you just suddenly drop like that with no warning?"
Malachi sighs. "Demon stuff."
""Demon stuff?!""
Malachi curses his thoughtless choice of words. Mentioning demons had only made his mother more worried, not less.
Even Hemera's eyes had a minor, concerned glimmer to them.
"It's nothing for everybody to look so concerned about." Mal stares up into the morning sky for a moment before pulling out his shades. "Just another thing I gotta handle."
He turns to Hemera before Opal or his mother can try to interrogate him again.
