[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
The journey through the forest continued in near silence.
Ma'krai hung limp between Grimm's fingers, no longer thrashing and no longer protesting. The fear had drained whatever strength he had left. His small body trembled faintly, shivers running through him in, the sort that came from the certainty that escape was no longer an option.
Al'tari kept glancing down.
Not openly and never long enough to be obvious, but her gaze was constant. Each look carried the same fear, as though she half-expected Grimm to suddenly decide that patience had run its course. That he might crush Ma'krai without warning and without ceremony.
Grimm noticed every glance.
He ignored them all.
Puck, however, was different.
Her gaze did not carry the same raw fear. There was agitation there, yes—unease and some caution—but through that there was something else. Something perhaps more dangerous to indulge.
Curiosity.
