Artie stared at the moist floor, then glanced at Zora. An icy smile appeared on her face as she tilted her head to the side.
"It seems your mouth is leaking in more ways than one. Maybe I should have it sewn shut."
Eliron sighed internally, knowing that the day would be longer than he wished it to be.
"Oh? This little one actually has a bite. What are you, his dog?" Zora smiled, revealing fangs that pushed on her lower lip.
Artie let out an emotionless chuckle. "Of course a mannerless animal like you will be so willing to add others to your fold."
Zora's expression twitched, it was slight, barely noticeable, but it was there.
The other members of the oracle stiffened, frozen by the sheer audacity Artie must have had to have to insult a saint.
"I like this one." Zora jabbed a finger in her direction as she turned to the others. "At least despite how weak she is, she has a bite." She smirked, her eyes flickering to Eliron. "The pretty boy is too docile for my liking."
