Toy had run away from the imps, probably off to the training room, leaving Awilix, Salome, and himself waiting to start decoration in earnest until the room was finished.
'Can't paint without a full canvas.'
All thirty imps scratched at the walls, digging tirelessly.
Awilix went and curled up and lay on the rug while Salome and Vale relaxed on the bed.
The imps had all risen to Emergent Miner, and their proficiency was increasing leaps and bounds, yet Vale felt as if time was slow as the three sat in silence.
Yet, that silence didn't last for long.
Salome tilted her head toward Vale while resting her wing on top of him.
Then, with utmost solemnity, Salome asked Vale:
"Which of us is your favorite?"
'Huh?'
Vale, who'd been minding his damn business watching the imps tear at the stone, looked blankly at Salome, who was hogging [Cold Pillow].
After a gulp, Vale questioned:
"What, uh, do you mean?"
Salome gave Vale a sinister laugh, then said:
