"And yet," Verdant said. "I feel new strength from you, my Lord."
Oliver narrowed his eyes. "You do?" He said. He wouldn't have expected for the sort of strength that he had gathered to be detectable, even by the most astute of eyes. He'd been in the Third Boundary for long enough that any progress he did make came with magnitudes of effort that far exceeded what it had in the years previous. So even though he knew he had made strides that week, great strides indeed, and even though he himself could tell that he was stronger, simply because it was a body that he was used to inhabiting, he did not think it was a level of strength that could be perceivable by the eyes of another.
