Bahamut's consciousness surfaced slowly, dragged up from a deep, lightless place that felt uncomfortably familiar. His fingers twitched as sensation crept back into his limbs in dull waves, like pins buried under layers of cotton.
"Still alive," a woman's voice said, amused. "I would've been disappointed otherwise."
Bahamut groaned... His eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand tons, but he forced them open anyway.
Black... Darkness. Well, he was blind after all, but he could vividly feel and see his surroundings.
A face leaned into his vision, smiling gently.
"Well," Henut said cheerfully, hands clasped behind her back as she leaned forward, her dark hair falling over one shoulder. "Welcome back from the dead... again."
Bahamut stared at her with his blind, grey eyes, as his memories kicked in.
"Ah... Miss Henut?" he croaked.
Henut laughed softly. "So you remember me. I'm glad."
"How could I forget you when we just talked yesterday?" Bahamut spoke with a smirk.
