"Hey," Northern waved his hand briefly as she stopped in front of him.
"Hey, Northern."
He observed her for a couple of seconds.
Raven was… well, at the very least, her armor was beaten and battered, with crude lacerations in several areas. Blood had dried on her skin here and there, even on her face.
But underneath that dried blood was smooth ivory skin that remained flawless.
It shocked Northern.
"I don't know whether to say you look like shit. Because you do look like shit, but I'm not actually sure you look like shit."
Raven smiled softly and raised her eyes to meet his.
"You've grown taller," she paused and waited before adding, "and stronger… in such a short time too. Did you finally become a Master?"
Northern chuckled dismissively, "Who knows, did I?"
Helena and Terence stared at him unceremoniously; they looked like they had greater things to worry about.
