"But something about her feels…" Vetaal hesitated.
Amon folded his arms, his brows knitting together. "Feels what?"
Vetaal's brows furrowed faintly.
"…Familiar."
Amon frowned slightly. "What do you mean, familiar?"
Vetaal floated upward into the air, then hung from the wooden log of the house, staring down at Amon from his suspended position.
"It's just... like I felt some familiarity with her. As if I have seen something like her before. It's not important. I might be mistaken."
Vetaal said it vaguely, then dismissed it at the end.
Amon narrowed his eyes slightly. He couldn't tell if he was really telling the truth or just trying to change the subject.
'He's hiding something for sure,' Amon thought. But he didn't push his luck. He knew that he wouldn't get any answer.
After a brief silence, Amon exhaled lightly. "Well, whatever. When should we go and check it out?"
