Kori whistled.
It was a single low note that did not mean anything in particular, almost like a relieved sound he made without wanting to. She leaned her weight on the spoon and limped through the hallway in slow, even steps, the wide wooden bowl thudding softly against the floorboards with each transfer of her weight. Raizen quietly followed a half-step behind, staring agressively at the floor.
Kori pushed her bedroom door open with her hip, almost losing her balance in the process.
The armour was still on the floor.
