Sylas' eyes narrowed.
"Put it back on!" Fanelei's voice came out almost too high-pitched. It was as though she was trying to strain against herself and speak out in a tone that sounded a lot calmer than she was, but the result was instead her voice coming out in a thin line that pitched it up.
Sylas didn't react to her words immediately, but Fanelei seemed far too shaken to actually touch the Madness Key herself. In fact, ever since it landed on the ground, she hadn't moved a single inch other than to speak. However, her feet, her arms, and even her strands of hair were deathly still.
Of course, Sylas had noticed this already, and he had a few guesses as to why that might be the case. But seeing her reaction now, he wondered if he was only seeing half of the picture.
He raised a hand, and the Madness Key shot back up to his palm.
"Put it on. Put it on," she repeated.
"Why?" Sylas asked.
