Grey stared at the arms for a short while. They looked like they had shifted a bit, straining against something. But in the end, they remained in place.
He looked back toward Amunet, but her eyes were closed, her head lowered, her fists clenched. She looked like she was having a hard time of it.
Grey sighed and shook his head. He grabbed the crown out of the air. It was a simple one, just a band of silver and black. It had some peaks and valleys to it, almost as though it couldn't decide whether you should set it on top of your head, or squeeze it down to press across your forehead.
Finally, Grey came to a stop in front of Amunet. A bead of sweat fell down the bridge of her nose and dropped to the ground. She didn't seem to notice that Grey was towering over her.
"Let's go." Grey said.
Amunet's eyes opened and she looked up at Grey who was taken aback by how red her eyes were.
He sputtered with laughter. "Were you crying? It couldn't possibly have been that hard."
