***
"…"
Emir waited for a reply.
He received none.
He remained in his bowing position, waiting patiently. But then, after a few moments, he remembered that he needed to interact with one of the pawns on his sunglasses to call for Mr. Player, and that was what he proceeded to do.
Picking it up off the ground, his hands then neared his head, intended to wear it. Yet as his hands got to his ears they grazed his… beard?
Right, it appeared that he grew a beard while immersing himself in a world so far different from his own.
It wasn't only that, his hair had also grown by a lot, reaching his shoulders in length.
Just how long had he spent starved?
As that question surfaced in his mind, another came with it.
'And why do I not feel hungry anymore?'
'Do I have my Aether back? I can't feel it still…'
