Meanwhile, Hades, who had finally eased from his earlier sulk after Noah's departure, turned his attention back to Evangeline.
"You seem close with him," he remarked.
Evangeline glanced down the corridor, briefly following the path Noah had taken before he vanished from sight. Then she looked back at Hades.
"Am I?" she asked, genuinely unsure. When he gave a short nod in response, her lips curved upward. "That's great," she hummed, sounding pleased.
"Great?" His brows drew together at once. "You think it's great?"
"Is it not?" she replied, tilting her head slightly. "I'm happy to have made a friend." She lowered her gaze to study his face more carefully. "Is it still painful?"
Hades was frowning now, his lips pressed into a thin line. His complexion never paled, never betrayed weakness, so it was difficult to tell when he was truly unwell, but the severity of his expression worried her. After all, his wound had only just been treated the night before.
