The Spirit paused to take a sip of his drink. Eon looked over at the sleeping Rielen, seemingly unaware of what was happening. "Spirit, umm… Do I call you spirit?" Eon asked. The Spirit smiled down at Eon.
"I simply am. Spirit's do not take on names." Eon was confused. 'But what do I call you?' He thought to himself. Shaking his head he said, "Why are we here?" The Spirit casually glanced at the sleeping girl in the bed. "She must have unconsciously knew she needed to be here."
'Is it me or am I getting nowhere?' Eon decided that he couldn't really say what was normal for a Spirit. He was sure that the spirit could hear everything he was thinking. 'This must be its hobby or something.' Eon took another sip of the tea offered to him.
