“Now you are talking to voices in your head?!” Mati exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes.
“I am talking to my friend, Harold,” I groaned, and Mati crossed her arms again.
“Giving the voice in your head a name does not make it better!” Mati said with a frown, and I rolled my eyes.
“Just give me a minute,” I chuckled, but Mati was still giving me a look like I was nuts.
She might not be completely wrong.
‘Harold? Sorry to bug you, but we need to talk,’ I sent into my head, making me feel slightly crazy after Mati’s comments.
There was also the fact that she was watching me like a hawk now. I guess she was waiting for me to start muttering to myself like a crazy person might do.
I closed my eyes and stepped into the center of my mind where Fireden and Windorf were talking.
“Since when does she like sweets?” Windorf asked with narrowing eyes that I could see through the back of his head.