Erik and Runa glanced at each other. The former cocked an eyebrow, the latter smirked. A whole conversation passed through a mere look. Despite their long separation and Erik's changes, they were still mother and son.
Meanwhile, Tarek snarled at the ceiling. "Hey, spirit! Send me wherever you send my daughter!"
"Ignore him for a while," Erik immediately ordered Eira silently, using their bond.
Naturally, Eira listened to Erik rather than Tarek. After realising he was being ignored, the old man started cursing and kicking the bookcase next to him.
Erik and Runa ignored him as well, with the latter smirking a little.
"Go on then," Runa encouraged him, knowing exactly what he wanted.
"Are you sure? You could go talk to her instead." Erik suggested, cocking an eyebrow.
Runa shook her head, "I could, but now's the perfect time for you to break her."
Erik blinked, a little surprise by her language. "Uh…"
