"That much time?"
"Yes, it's been exactly three months since you left. Last month was when the festival happened. In a week's time, the final academic year would begin," Annabelle explained.
Three months. It felt both longer and shorter than that. Time had a way of distorting itself in the mystic world.
"Did you feed Jason what I gave you?" he asked absentmindedly.
"...Yes," she responded.
"Better be. I will know for myself when I see him."
"Y-you still plan on attending the academy?" Annabelle asked with a frown.
"Yes, I do," he responded without much thought. "Find a way to get her in as well," he said, gesturing to Sheila who, like him, was in a bathrobe. However, she was laying on his lap as he stroked her lustrous black hair.
"Pardon my asking this, master, but who is she supposed to be?" Anna asked with dark eyes.
"Her, she's my…"
"...Wife," Sheila interjected with a grin, showing off the very dimension ring Anna had given Eliot on her ring finger.
