"Yes." Lyle replied with clenched fists. He looked at Raizel, but the man had already turned back to drink his hot chocolate. There was no ripple in Raizel's expression whatsoever, Lyle could feel a chill in his chest. What exactly was he expecting?
Peter looked at the both of them with narrowed eyes. A thought had suddenly flashed through his head but he shook his head. This block of wood called Raizel, It was just not possible.
"Extend your arm," Peter asked Lyle. Lyle shook for a moment before becoming calm once more.
He wasn't afraid of having his pulse taken to check his state of health, as long as Peter did not attempt to probe his sea of consciousness with his spiritual essence.
Peter's face was oddly serious. His blue eyes glowed them while his hand was wrapped firmly around Lyle's wrist.