Syryn was still asleep when Utsui arrived at his residence, carrying with him a comprehensive list of information. He had dug it out through a thorough historical investigation conducted on their rusma patient. The avian had spared no details about the identities of the healers and the prescriptions they'd made for the patient.
"You've gathered the information so fast.." Syryn's eyes scanned the barely legible handwriting on the paper.
"Can you discern what I've written?" The young avian peered at his own writing from behind the paper. Utsui was aware of his shortcomings, apparently.
"Yep." If Syryn placed a quill between the claws of milky, the result wouldn't have looked too different. "You're lucky I'm a seasoned reader of runes. Were you trying to summon a demon?"
The young avian snatched the paper out of Syryn's hands. "I'll ask someone else to transcribe it."
"I was joking, Utsui! Give that back."
