Sonya landed several paces from Simon.
The slab beneath her feet settled into the broken road. However, she did not immediately approach. Her brows drew together, and her head tilted as her awareness travelled from his horns to his feet.
Her attention lingered briefly upon Elara's corpse before returning to him.
Simon waited.
Her familiar presence had changed too.
"Little kitty?"
His lips twitched, then he sighed.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that?"
Sonya remained silent for a few seconds.
"You look different."
Simon shrugged nonchalantly.
"Well, it's nothing much."
Sonya rolled her eyes.
"Nothing much? This Honourable might be blind but I can still notice the differences."
A faint smile touched his mouth.
"You've grown six wings," she continued. "Four horns. You're taller. Bigger. And there's something unusually dense here."
She pointed toward her own solar plexus.
Simon was not surprised.
