"Can you let me in on the conversation too? I'm not exactly..." Exiled Immortal started to say, but the moment he lifted his head and noticed Helena's gaze, he felt as if he had plunged into an icy abyss.
The words that had been on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.
That look, it was just like the one a teacher gives you after you've scored the worst in the class—every little thought laid bare, an all-seeing gaze that pierced straight to the soul.
With just that one look, Exiled Immortal instantly clammed up, meekly crawled into his sleeping bag, and didn't even dare to pretend to be asleep. He obediently logged into the game.
Only then did Helena nod, and she immediately turned her gaze to John. "Explain this to me."
"I thought it might come in handy, and since I happened to be passing by, I just brought some back."
At that moment, John wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
