A blue ball of light materialized in between Sebastian’s hands and took the shape of a flame. The dark azure horns that had been present for only a moment the night before emerged from his forehead. The veins running up his arms and neck pulsated with an indigo-colored glow. He held the blaze out for Silvia to touch, and with her unwavering curiosity she reached out to place her palm on top.
“Ow!” she yelped and retracted her hand when it burned. “What is that?”
The blue light sunk into Sebastian’s torso and he smiled devilishly. “What you touched is pure Inua. I’m surprised your hand didn’t dissolve upon touching it, but I guess that means you’re able to handle the spirit of another being.”
“Yeah, like that’s supposed to make any damn sense,” Silvia deadpanned.
He groaned in annoyance, and his veins returned to its normal color. “The point isn’t understanding, but accepting what happened last night is possible. What went on the previous day is real and you’re in danger, which means it’s now my job to bring you someplace safe.”
“Let’s say I believe you,” she said, giving him a skeptical look, “where would somewhere safe be?”
“My grandfather’s of course! We could wait there until it’s certain the barghests won’t chase us, but it might be a hassle getting there.”
Silvia tilted her head in confusion. “Where does your grandfather live?”
“That’s hard to explain,” he chuckled. “You’re going to have to bear with me.”
“I’m not planning on attending any of my classes today anyway, so I have nothing better to do. I’m also assuming I don’t have a choice.”
She gave Sebastian a nicer fitting t-shirt he could put on after he showered because he definitely smelled. Silvia told him she would be downstairs and left him to freshen up. She was just glad that everyone had already taken off for the day, and she could find the painkillers on her dad’s nightstand without sneaking around. After taking two for good measure, she headed to the kitchen to make the one breakfast food she knew how to cook.
The eggs were runny, but Sebastian didn’t complain and Silvia offered him some orange juice to wash it down. While the Protadon ate, she had him perch his feet up on the table for her to check and re-apply the gauze. He hissed whenever she ran the warm cloth against his feet, but said nothing further. The cuts were still clean she noticed with relief, putting a fresh layer of gauze on. He thanked her in a low mumble, and she only nodded in recognition as she took the dirty plates in front of him.
Silvia found it strange that she wasn’t bothered at all by the fact of letting a random stranger into her house who was definitely not human—if the demonstration upstairs had anything to say about it. Yet here she offered him breakfast like they’d known each other for years. It was the oddest thing to have happened to the human, but she didn’t complain because at least something was happening for once. She was just afraid of where it was going, or if it would go nowhere at all.