I watched as Flamara lent her head on It's shoulder, and talking. I then watched as It stiffened, relaxed, and place his hand round her shoulder. Friends. Thats all they were. Friends. I'll keep an eye on them. That thing is still dangerous, I don't want Flamara being torn apart by it. I thought. Something crossed my mind.
Jealous? No way.
But Sealantus had seen that she had kissed It's forehead in thanks, and he knew that It was dangerous, maybe even more dangerous than the Thing.