There was a moment of silence.
The words sank in, and Jolthar's lips parted slightly before he let out a quiet, amused exhale. "Oh." He finally understood, but his mind raced with questions.
Turning his palm slightly, he gazed at his hands, the faint, shifting aura swirling around his skin. It leaked out of him like an unseen, powerful yet unnoticed mist. Even he wasn't aware of it.
"How did you know that?" he asked, his voice quieter but no less demanding.
Mera, the Na'gni, writhed slightly against the force holding her. "What? I can tell just by looking at you."
Jolthar narrowed his eyes. Was this a natural ability of her kind, or had he truly changed in ways he hadn't realised? He flexed his fingers experimentally, feeling the power coursing through them, raw and untamed.
"All right," he said at last, his attention returning to her. "Answer my questions, and I'll let you go."
