Rhydric's eyes flicked to Eryx… then slowly back to Athena.
The look he gave Athena was like he was trying to calculate her, like he was flipping her open in his mind and searching for an answer she didn't even know she held.
The longer he stared, the smaller she felt.
Like he was stripping her down to bone and truth with just his eyes.
Her throat tightened.
Finally, without a word, Rhydric turned sharply and walked out of the room.
The door clicked shut.
Athena swallowed hard and looked down at Eryx. Now that he was healed, he looked… too peaceful. Too calm. Too normal after almost dying in her arms.
He-goat.
She tried to pull her hand away but his grip tightened instantly.
"Eryx" she huffed, "you're healed."
"You sure?" he murmured without opening his eyes.
"Yes."
Her voice cracked slightly.
"…And I need to clear my head before I lose it. You wolves are too strange for my liking."
