"Keeping the sick company?"
Amari had gone back to the living room, and interestingly enough, had found Regulus sitting next to Silas with a book in his had. A new novel, she noted, a fiction that had only been released this last decade.
The Aureate stiffened when he heard her voice, visibly caught off-guard. He only relaxed when he looked up from his book to see Amari walk over.
"If anything, i ought to have him booted out of here."
"I don't think the poor soul will survive a day in the wild."
Silas who was comfortably asleep, made no comment on the assessment.
Amari walked over and sat down on the seat she'd vacated earlier, glancing at Silas's chest once more to confirm the steady rhythmic motion of it. Regulus had already gone back to his book with the air of someone that was too invested in the pages than what was happening in the real world.
