"What do you say when the sun is out?" Amethiel asked, holding up a drawing of a bright sun.
Kree stared at it for a moment, its gaze fixed, processing. Its lips parted slowly. "G-Good… Good morning…"
Amethiel nodded, a satisfied smirk forming as he lowered the paper and picked up the next one. "If it's nighttime, how do you greet people?"
Kree's eyes shifted to the second drawing. It hesitated, its shoulders tightening slightly. "Good… night…?"
It said, unsure.
Amethiel's smile grew just a bit. "Good job. You're learning quickly, Kree." His tone carried approval, though it never softened fully. "Now the last one."
He lifted the third drawing, tilting it toward Kree.
"It's in between night and day."
Kree froze.
Of course it would.
Its eyes flickered down, not at the drawing, but at Amethiel's other hand.
The whip.
It didn't need to move. Kree already knew what it meant.
