"I may understand you more now," Hyacinthe murmured beside him, his tone quieter than usual, a hint of amazement slipping through. "It's only been a week. You've already trained it to do that?"
Amethiel let out a small hum, clearly pleased with himself. "That's not all."
There was a slight lift to his chin, a smirk tugging at his lips as he turned his attention to Kree.
"Say anything."
Kree tilted his head, as if thinking, the glow beneath his skin shifting faintly.
"H-Hello?"
Amethiel felt both of his brothers tense beside him.
A small flinch.
Subtle, but there.
He glanced between them, brows lifting.
"Didn't you already know it could talk?" he asked.
"Honestly," Hyacinthe admitted, still staring at Kree, "we thought you were exaggerating. Or lying. You do that sometimes."
"Johnson didn't say anything about it?"
"I think he was too busy being terrified to notice anything else," Hyacinthe replied.
'What cowardly knight.'
