Rasmus watched Aider's skill at cleaning the faces and skin that he took from the people's bodies near the river. He didn't say a word and observed and learned because he had never seen anyone do that back on Earth. Aider on the other hand, he was fine being watched, casually cleaning the skin from the blood as he hummed a song like it was a daily chore to him.
"You're a man who could manipulate the air, kill a person with a gaze, and have both an Orthias and a Dark Spirit by your side, and yet here you are, watching a man doing something less, fascinating..." Aider said with an eerie chuckle as he dipped the human skin into the river, carefully not to ruin its body hair.
"Where did you learn to do this?" Rasmus asked, watching all the faces that Aider had collected, spreading on the rock after Aider had washed them.
