"It's time to conjure food for you both." Sangfroid wiped his mouth after he drank water. It was a satisfying meal.
But he was still left feeling unsatisfied with Leron's indifference towards him. It feels strange....
He couldn't get rid of the feeling. He is normal Leron after all, but his keen senses from being a hunter for too long had been able to detect that something is amiss. It is like how a butterfly or bee would be alarmed if the flower he perched onto no longer had nectar.
There is something missing about Leron, and he can tell it. The compassion in his eyes, the warmth in his smile, the recognition of a friend.
Still, he did not say anything, and merely fed this stranger.
"Give us Sangfroid." He commanded the Amulet, his own name rolling roughly on his tongue. His hesitance is evident, both due to this estrangement he senses from Leron, and the idea of such a thing itself.
