Cassarae watched Sylas for the next few weeks with some baffled fascination.
When he first arrived, he seemed like he had something very important to do, as though his ass was on fire or something.
Of course, Sylas' version of "hair on fire" versus another person's was very different. She hadn't said much, but she had even found herself being quite worried because it would take quite a lot to make Sylas as pressed as he was.
Yet, after they left the ship and killed Jala, it was like Sylas had completely forgotten that he had important things to do.
He spent time with his family, railed her maybe a little bit too much at this point, and he gained a unique fascination for food that she had only ever seen in Elara.
The little glutton of the family had always been Elara. Sylas had been giving her his sweets and desserts for as long as their parents could remember. But suddenly, their disciplined son seemed to have become someone else.
