[It was enough to see the startled look on Sion's face. If only he could have taken a picture of it, he would frame it on the wall. Giving his part of the mana up for it was a fair price. Even better, recognition was something he had never sought before, but it felt nice to have it.]

I got out of there alive, if that's what you mean. Can't say the same about my teammates.

[He said it casually, as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. The mana transfer over, he curled his arms into a nest to rest his head upon. While fatigue still tugged at his senses, he was not about to fall asleep yet. It was nice to have company and he did say he would tell more about the one with the impossible hair.]

His name's Ciaran. His hair is black and curly, it's even worse when it's wet. Washing it is a nightmare. I don't think he's had a haircut in his entire life.