Genii was a fan of the silver glitzy sword, as brief as it lasted. He watched as Akros finally caught a fish and gave him a little cheer.
Occasionally the Siren would look back over his shoulder at the looming obsidian door. The group were a good distraction, but what happened yesterday kept creeping into his thoughts. He’d be happy when they were on the move again.
Bellah made her way back to the shore to clean her dagger and hands.