Lydia fell into those eyes. Shenyo had insisted that she watch his eyes. Something moved there, she realized, like a monster of the deep, like the leviathan that lurked beneath the waters of Loch Ness. Shenyo wasn’t alone in his body, she realized. He was a double soul. She had only read of those but had put the legend down to no more than that.<br/><br/>If the legends were true then, the entity within had the ability to know, to read minds, to see bits of a person’s soul. No one could lie to the soul of the deep and she also knew that it made Shenyo powerful but that he had no control over what his powers were. There was no way to truly know. His power was ancient, more ancient than that of the witch.  The ones of legend were reported to be Heaven born but cast out into the Earth. Power like this was not bred in Hell, so demons feared it.<br/><br/>“Shenyo, there is much to you that does not easily reveal itself to the human eye. Later when we have time and as you learn to trust me, your power will guide me on how to assist you in the best way.” Lydia assured him. She picked up the end of the tail and began to pet it.<br/>That tail was like an entity to itself also, she thought. Something about it was charming in a way that the man, the creature was straightforward. She didn’t examine her feelings about it, but when she was touching it or it was touching her, she felt amazing, calm, steady and intrigued.<br/><br/>“There is a way out of the back of this cave. Do you think we should flee while the nobles are occupied or do you suggest we stay? I am ready to run if you are healed enough.”<br/><br/>