She smiled at him, then lifted her hand and pointed toward the floating skull.
"I didn't—he… ehm. It did."
Damon followed the motion of her finger.
The thing hovering in the air was unmistakably a human skull, bleached white and cracked with age. Pale light burned within its empty eye sockets, the glow subtly shifting as if it were looking back at him.
Damon's gaze lingered on it for a moment before he spoke.
"And what's that supposed to be?"
Before she could reply, footsteps echoed from behind the corner.
"Oh, you're back."
Lyn stepped into view, his smile wide and unrestrained.
"We've been waiting for you."
He closed the distance quickly, enthusiasm bleeding into his movements.
"Come on, we have so much to show you. You won't believe what we've been up to—oh, and you should see Maw."
