-You must have imagined it, brother – Skhana casually said, brushing Axe’s shoulder and intending to do the same with his obvious concerns – Look, it is only normal. You are beyond exhausted… We all are.
-That doesn’t mean that I just had a hallucination – Axe stubbornly puffed out, his eyes still wandering frantically around the place and searching for the woman that had just been standing there a moment before – I know what I saw.
-Yeah, some infimum bluish glare on the hands of the poor girl that you just managed to so rudely scare away and which you claim was knuckle hair – Finjël acridly scoffed – It could have been anything, from a stain of ink or dirt to a simple trick of the light… Yet you are so desperate to find a lead to pursue at his point, that your mind is making its own n
