Manners
The woman tugged at the steam, trying to free it from his grip, but it ended up snapping in two.
The lavenders around her whispered bitterly, but she turned a deaf ear to their silent complaints.
The unfocused eyes finally regained their luster and Samael woke up from his stupor. As if something had bitten him, he straightened his back abruptly and sat on the grass looking around.
Instead of the monstrous lezaalis toying with his life, familiar faces surrounded him.
"What about the beasts?" That was the first thing he inquired about. His husky, calm voice had no fluctuations as though he were reading something of little interest.
"They won't be back," Duman explained tersely.
His countenance did not display his previous nervousness, almost as if seeing his friend on the verge of death moments before was an everyday occurrence.