Chapter 63: Incomming
It was quiet for a moment as Lamia and Daubutim stared at him. Irwin could completely understand how they must feel. He must have grown more than the hand-length Lamia said, as he was taller than her now and nearly the size of Daubutim. That meant he had finally caught up to the others of his age!
If this keeps up, mum might not even recognize me, he thought as he wondered what Bronwyn would say if he came back taller than him!
His joy was interrupted as he saw Lamia's gaze drift away, a look of sadness and envy on her face.
As he remembered what had happened the previous time and recalled the previous time he'd seen Lamia, his good mood faded. He took a quick look at Daubutim, who was quietly watching them, nodded to his friend, then focused on Lamia again.
"How are you?" he asked.
The muscular girl deflated and gazed at the ground.
"A bit better," she muttered. "I talked with Uncle Burt. I'll be staying with him for a while…"
She sighed, then shook herself and focused on him.
"You were right."
Irwin blinked.
"I want to be stronger, but I can't just do it to get revenge. I… I want to protect my friends and what remains of my family!"
Irwin looked at her, slightly surprised. She seemed serious, and he couldn't help but wonder what had changed her opinion this quickly. Had it been his speech or her talk with her uncle? Or was she just lying to get him to help her?