"Completely agree," Mesaraih muttered when he heard Ester speak. They both seemed as if they were talking to themselves when they said it.<br/><br/>He noticed her looking at him, clearly realizing that his eyes were troubled and looking towards her. For the first time since he had met her, he thought he saw something resembling nervousness in her expression. This did little to reassure Mesaraih, who could only assume the nervousness was a product of his growing suspicions. For a moment, it was almost as if all was transparent between them, and they both knew what the other was thinking. The only difference was that Mesaraih didn't have the full story.<br/><br/>And then she asked him a question that he was not quite sure how to answer. Mesaraih kept his eyes on her as he tried to find the proper words.<br/><br/>"I'm looking at your face. You're clearly troubled. Thing is, I don't know if you just got shaken up by the demon, or you're scared about us finding out your secrets."<br/><br/>He paused with a small sigh. He had no real desire to be confrontational, at least not in the immediate aftermath of their encounter with the demon, but she was pushing him beyond the point of patience.<br/><br/>"What exactly do you think would happen if we found out that thing about you the demon was talking about? Should we be scared of you? Are you some sort of time bomb that's going to put us all in danger?"