For a second, Henry just stared and said nothing and then he walked over to Nyx, looking at her with incredulous eyes.
"You talked?" He asked in a whisper just to confirm what was so clear already.
"-Well, of course,-" Nyx said and let out a whine that sounded like a chuckle, "-Do you have any other explanation for why you're hearing a voice in your head?-"
Henry shrugged,
"I mean, I could be going mad."
"-Could be,-" Nyx said, "-But you're not.-"
"So you've only just started to talk?" Henry said. Still in a whisper to keep it out of the ears of the others. Triss had walked away now and was searching for the dead with the rest of the gang.
"-Only just.-" Nyx said.
"And you're so good at it already?" Henry asked.
He would have assumed, logically, that a horse that could suddenly speak would find it difficult at first. Like a child, maybe.
