xamotomax

"Then you are—"

"—A fortunate man that—"
"—Touching their daemon without—"

"—Pain was the—"
"—Only thing the bond they—"

"—Made for you—"

"—Gives you both.

Without being asked, the stoats display their own frankness.

"They envy you,"

they say together.

Surprisingly or not, they are not shushed. But the twins' expressions do take on a stony, unreadable quality, as if to mask the depth of the truth their daemons had spoke.