Finn felt much better and was incredibly fine, better than ever.
His eyes could even see more clearly in the darkness of the night. Hermes's face remained as expressionless as ever, staring at him with eyes that seemed capable of seeing through everything.
Of course, Hermes also listened intently to the woman's voice outside the door.
No—there was no need to listen intently because that voice was so loud it seemed like it alone could shatter the door.
Finn's ears twitched slightly. Clearly, that was something he hadn't been able to do before, yet now it felt almost effortless.
He said, "If I'm not mistaken, that voice sounds an awful lot like Mrs. Andersen's."
Hermes looked at Finn but said nothing.
Finn's eyes appeared unnaturally large in the darkness—round and slightly slanted, like a cat's. And precisely because of that, the whole sight felt even stranger.
