The crisis with Jax was averted, though it had taken both of us working in tandem to drive back the resurgent corruption. The walk back to the infirmary was quieter, the urgency replaced by a pensive silence. I glanced at the old man striding beside me, his pace remarkably steady despite the frantic rush.
"You moved fast back there," I remarked, breaking the ice. "Really fast, especially for a man of your age. I'm truly impressed."
Heron shot me a sidelong glance, his sharp eyes taking in my features, lingering for a moment on the pointed tips of my ears. "Hmph. And who's to say you're as young as you look, half-blood? Your kind can be deceptively seasoned. Maybe you're the one who is old."
'Is he being racist now?' I thought as I let out a short fake laugh. "Haha, fair enough."
He grunted in response, a sound that might have been amusement, and we continued the rest of the walk in a more comfortable silence.
