Chapter 374: A Hug for Mother
Regulus stopped by the dormitory first. Baruk was sprawled inside the fireplace, eight legs splayed out, dark red bristles catching a faint glow from the dying embers.
Footsteps brought his head up. A single click, scattering a wisp of sparks.
Regulus crouched down. "Something's come up today. No sounds, no poking your head out."
All eight eyes swiveled toward him.
He held out his hand. Baruk crawled from the fireplace, shook his bristles clean, and climbed onto his palm, compacting into a fist-sized bundle.
Regulus slipped him into his inner pocket and wrapped a layer of magic around him.
The layer was gossamer-thin, pressed tight against Baruk's body, flattening his magical signature to nothing. To any observer he was an unremarkable shadow tucked inside a robe pocket.
Standard detection methods would find nothing. If someone still managed to notice, they'd have crossed a line.
And then he could cross one too.