VIII.
The darkness of night was a frightening, unfamiliar thing to El.
Fortunately, her entire body exuded a faint light. So if she curled up into herself, and narrowed her eyes, just right, it was nearly enough for her to convince herself it was still day out.
Just like this, her thoughts drifted. If I can stay like this forever...
At the sound of the canvas of the tent fluttering, she quickly righted herself and saw Typhon standing there.
"You again," El said, with a disdainful frown.
Typhon was beaming, holding something behind his back.
El sighed. "I already told you--"
"I know you said you'd rather stay locked in there," Typhon blurted. "But I decided I'm going to break you out anyway!"
"Oh, really?" She raised an eyebrow. "And how do you intend to do that?"
