“So, do you know what I did?” he asked in a tinny voice from behind his metal mask. “You gave them the plague?” Damien guessed, corner of his mouth ticking up. “I gave them the plague!” As Norasthmus laughed, the hollow sounds echoing as he threw his head back, Damien turned to her and whispered, “It’s always the plague,” to which she chuckled, and he nudged her like that wasn’t what he expected to elicit despite grinning himself.
