"Alright. Then we'll take on this task on your behalf."
Szorn floated over to Isolde a bit reluctantly. But at least when she was observing from afar, this woman seemed far more reasonable than Cassarae. So he could only hope that his days ahead would be better.
…
Sylas took a seat inside of a room. Well… his room. It had always been set aside for him and immaculately cleaned every day.
Honestly, he didn't really have a place he could call a room or a home these days. He felt more comfortable referring to it as a room in his mind.
Cassarae walked in soon after.
"Are you going to tell me what you did to Szorn?"
Cassarae cleared her throat. "This isn't about me, this is about you. Are you just going to gloss over what happened just now? That was a closer call than you're admitting.
"If not for that, you would never sit on your bed in such a dirty state. Just look at you."
