Henri knew Day, in four years he had learned to know him and to read his eyes. All of Day's emotions were visible in his emerald eyes and they weren't lying. Eyes never lie. Day was afraid. Even though they were home to nine gods, the Denver couple felt like they were just the two of them as they didn't make much noise. They even made sure of their presence in the afternoon! The gods only slept and moaned in their sleep, writhing back and forth on the beds made of pillows and blankets.
"We should try to find help for them," Henri whispered, closing the attic.
"A doctor won't be able to do anything for them, they are gods."
"Except a doctor... different from the ones humans use."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's find someone who's into all things esoteric, magic, all of that..."
"There's a good chance you'll run into a charlatan."
"Let's try at least once, we can't leave them like this."
