That was all she said. No musing, no answers, no nothing just confirming that he had asked a good question. Nolian looked down at the medallion in his hand with a deep frown etched in his expression. Whatever had happened, he wasn't entirely sure he felt solid about it.
Something still felt off about the air. It felt similar--a tinge of Greek. Foreign, something he didn't recognize immediately and familiar, Roman.
That didn't make any sense to him at all. Why...?
Or what?
He figured he'd keep his mouth shut since no one knew what had happened and instead, shifted to his winged form. The dazzling feathers stretched outward, reaching for the sky before settling at his back again.
If anything, he'd figure out where they were through the sky.