“It has music,” Winter said, her tone growing defensive. “I like it, so what do you care?” But Arion didn’t answer, and after a moment, her gaze dropped back down to me. Winter must’ve walked off. Now that I knew she was home, any lukewarm interest I was able to muster for Arion had all but disappeared. It has music. I like it. I didn’t know if I felt responsible for the fact that she now only had four senses with which to experience the world, but it was a strange feeling to want to protect someone from others when I knew I’d be worse for her health than anyone else.
what did he do?
