10 Minutes Later
"Okay how long was I actually gone for…? I swear it felt like half an hour or so."
Jaq stared at Aaron blankly.
Or more specifically, at the weird set of goggles strapped to his face like he was about to go deep sea diving in the middle of their hotel room. They were bulky, tinted, and looked absolutely ridiculous on a grown man standing casually in the corner of the room with a backpack slung over one shoulder.
She had only stepped out for what felt like thirty minutes. Maybe a little more.
An hour. Apparently.
"It was actually an hour," Lia mentioned from the side, her voice distracted, her gaze fixed somewhere far more interesting than the conversation.
Specifically, at Aaron's hands.
They were... glowing. Just faintly. Like someone had rubbed a little bit of bioluminescent paint across his knuckles and called it a day. It wasn't blinding or dramatic. It was just enough to make a person do a double take and quietly question their own sanity.
