SIGRID

Obviously, and I don’t blame her—if you’re swallowed in darkness where no light reaches, and all you can see is a golden eye staring at you like a snake waiting to devour you.

“I…” she steps back in terror.

“Better stand in the other corner,” I order with a sigh, avoiding a tragedy.

Silas suddenly steps out from the corner where he had stationed himself.

He goes to the table and starts finely carving the meat the way I like it, serving the things I prefer onto my plate, trimming off the