"Where are you, Damos?" Domitian called to me in the darkness, luring me out from my hiding place.
"I am here, Sir," came my whispered reply as I crawled out from beneath the bed and rose to my bared feet.
Domitian reached for me, placing both of his hands about my face in a frame as he drew close and searched me over in the scant moonlight for traces of where Papillion had lashed out at me with her hands.
"I must appologize for that, Damos. Emotional beast that she is. Are you alright?"
I was fine. Physically, I was fine.. though perhaps a bit shaken up over the whole affair that evening. We talked for a little while, and then it was my scattered emotions Domitian sought to soothe.. until at last he decided it was time to check on Papillion again.
Together we went. And to my astonishment.. I think his, too.. the Butterfly had flown.
