“That’s your face?” Gen may have not-so-subtly tilted his head at a few different angles to see where the man’s head and mask connected.
If there wasn’t such a large gap and Whisp sat between them, Bellah would have slapped the boy. Instead she just scowled.
“S..sorry.” Gen tried not to look at the Aamami. “I didn’t mean to be rude, I just haven’t seen a...”
“Blot.” Bellah stopped scowling and went back to her tea.
“... so you can’t talk... can you write?” Gen asked.
“That it will.” Erras said to Anthony. “I shall leave you to rest.” He bowed slightly and headed to the door. The draught would work much faster if Anthony got some sleep.