Chapter 118: Connected, Part 4
Håkon shoved the stupid thought aside and lay down again, hoping to catch a bit more sleep even as he dreaded what nightmare would next plague himor that something would finally tip the necromancer to their connection.
He drifted off slowly, watching as a fat, black-red spider crawled across his hand
The soft thud of the door closing made him turn around, and he forgot what he was going to say entirely, distracted by the sight of Kristof dressed in hose, gray undertunic, and a vibrant blue and white checked tunic emblazoned with the familiar broken heart. But no armor. Håkon realized he had never really seen Kristof without his armor, save when he had first woken from his purification and in snatches on the ship where they had been confined.