(Amaia)
His staggering frame fills the doorway as he walks in, dominating the place, making it shrink. An unspoken weight he seems to carry on those broad shoulders of his. His scythe is missing from his back.
"I brought your stuff," his voice rumbles out, his presence commands attention.
My gaze travels down to his leg, and I see it has been bandaged; most probably, TJ did it.
Placing the jar on the table, I extend my hand and take my bag from him, putting it on the table too.
He lingers, like a large shadow, watching me.
"How is Mintaka? When can I go see him?" I ask, taking out the new metallic bird feeder for Zille. It has tiny butterflies decorating it, painted blue and purple, the colour of his feathers.
"He is fine, a little shaken but nothing serious," he pauses, his eyes don't waver from my hands where I pour Zille's food into the bird feeder. "Let him rest for tonight."
I quietly nod.
"Is that for your pet?" He points towards the bird feeder.
