"Sirius Anox? That is an incredibly suspicious name."
Lisandra frowned the moment Amael finished saying the name.
"You really shouldn't judge people by their name alone," Sylvia said, shooting her a stern look from where she leaned against the rocky wall of the cave, arms folded across her chest.
Amael knelt near the campfire, focused on the meal simmering over the flames. As usual, he had taken over dinner, and the rich smell drifting through the cave was enough to make Lisandra nearly lose track of the conversation entirely.
Still, she forced herself to stay on topic.
"Wait," she said, blinking as the name settled in her mind. "Anox? As in Nox? The Holy Guardian?"
Amael looked over his shoulder at both of them with a deeply unimpressed expression. "You two really don't know anything outside your own little bubble, do you?"
Lisandra and Sylvia exchanged a glance, both of them equally puzzled.
