Zeff’s hands were full, so Hector looked at Marcos, suited up and standing next to his father. Hector held the shield out to the boy. ‘Ask him to hold this for me, please,’ he told Garovel.
‘Uh. Hey, Marcos, would you mind holding this for Hector?’
Marcos hesitated but took it. Its weight seemed to surprise him.
Hector threw another look around the area. There was plenty of space here, but which direction would be best? That hallway from before. It was very long, he remembered. Hector pointed in the direction opposite of the hallway. ‘Ask them to go that way for me,’ said Hector.
‘Oh.’ He probably should’ve explained, he realized. ‘I wanna try to make a second shield.’
‘I’ve gotta get this first shield outside of my ability’s max range,’ said Hector. ‘Because then my volume limit should reset, right?’
‘Hmm.’ Garovel was quiet a moment, perhaps thinking.
Hector wondered if the reaper was about to inform him that he was being stupid. But that didn’t happen.
‘Alright,’ said Garovel. The reaper proceeded to explain Hector’s reasoning and instructions to the Elroys.
As Zeff listened, his gaze fell upon Hector, and the young Atreyan lord began to feel increasingly self-conscious.
Hector wasn’t sure he’d ever seen such a stern face staring at him like that before, but he tried not to worry about it too much. From what he knew of the Lord Elroy, that was just the man’s normal face.
Why’d he have to stare like that, though? Hector didn’t need another reason to be second guessing himself.
In the end, though, neither Zeff nor Axiolis voiced any sort of disapproval. They ventured off with Marcos and the shield, just as Hector had wanted.
Hector and Garovel made for the hallway together.