"Where have you been?" Umbra greeted Giza with a tone of misery and his eyezs casting the judgement that he couldn't while he was locked in the process of absorption. "You keep going off on your own... hey, let go of me."
Amidst what was supposed to be him complaining, Giza approached him from the side and slowly wrapped her arms around his torso, then with a sigh she braced herself onto him and closed her eyes. "Giza," Umbra called to her again, staring at the strand of blue coming from her scalp and stratching the full length of her hair. "What happened to you?"
"It is indeed, different," Giza mumbled while she held on to him. "The sensation, the atmosphere, My King, your body is cold to the touch, I never noticed before."
"Answer me, what happened to you?" Umbra demanded a response from her, eyes wide in shock when he saw the blush of her right cheek and the hazel in her eye above it. "Who did this to you, are you hurt?"
