(Amaia)
Every time he shows concern for me, my heart somersaults in my chest. My hands itch to clutch the diary to my chest. His scent has fused with it but I don't want to incur his wrath.
"Here!" I extend the diary towards him and he accepts it back.
"We would have continued but I need to clean this mess. Take a break, gather your focus and we will continue tomorrow." He places the diary on the table and picks up my necklace. It dangles down from his fingers, swinging like a pendulum.
"Wear it and don't take it off," he reminds me.
Quietly, I accept and put it around my neck. My appearance instantly changes; my hair is inked black, and the pointedness of my ears is gone.
I have been dreading that he might say something about Rigel and my time in the dungeon. Any sign that he might show he knows what I did down there, but nothing on those lines.
