The next day, Syryn was a picture of misery as he went about his work. He tried to keep himself busy with alchemy and by brainstorming ideas that could help Riha.
The selkie had told him that it was as if he lived in a dream. What did it mean to live in a dream? Riha has nothing to do, nowhere to go, so he spent all his time reading books and working on small projects that Salem thought up for him.
What could Syryn do to add to the quality of his life? He felt guilty for never having spared the thoughts for Riha's well being.
"Syryn, you've been very quiet," Salem said to him. Neiro and Blaze were both given the week off because Syryn wanted peace in the manor.
"You're familiar with Riha, aren't you?" He asked Salem.
The blond thought about it. "We are friends. I don't quite know what you mean by familiar."
"I meant that you know what he likes and dislikes, don't you? You know what makes him tick."
