Nia had been away from his side for almost a full day, and Lyle had thought that without a living humidifier in his clothes, his movements would become much more effortless. However, in reality, he felt utterly unadapted to the absence of talent. There were no tentacles randomly poking out from his sleeves, no mysterious disappearances of food beside him when he wasn't paying attention; he only felt a sense of loss, and anticipation for the night to come.
Today, as dusk neared, Lyle pressed down on Andrey's ring.
