The walk back to camp was quiet, which was unusual for a group that normally couldn't go five minutes without someone saying something ridiculous. Theodore kept sneaking glances at Raiden from the corner of his eye, trying to figure out if the man walking beside him was the same person who had been joking around and arguing with them constantly just two days ago.
The answer, based on the cold, flat expression on Raiden's face, was a very clear no.
Aria walked slightly behind them, her eyes flicking nervously between Raiden and the small sheep sleeping in his arms. She had tried to say something twice already, but each time she opened her mouth, the words just died on her tongue.
What was she supposed to say? Sorry your Terra Beast almost got possessed by something because my family is garbage? That didn't exactly roll off the tongue.
