Hmmm… what better way than this… Razeal suddenly raised himself off the bed more like jolted up with a stretched, relaxed motion, and an actual happy smile on his face.
A genuine one. Rare enough to look unnatural on him.
In his right hand, the black sword rested inside its new sheath sleek, dark, beautiful.
Yeah… he had somehow convinced Tongue to make him a proper sheath for the sword too. And now it hung in his grip like some forbidden treasure wrapped in shadows.
He was just about to move his legs off the weird jelly-soft bed when he felt it.
A presence.
Instantly, like a beast sensing an intruder, Razeal's muscles tensed. His eyes narrowed sharply, crimson pupils thinning like blades as he turned his head toward the corner of the room. Every instinct flared predatory, alert, ready.
Then he saw who it was.
His guard dropped… instantly.
His tension faded. A slow smirk curled onto his lips.
