Veracity

Kerelas smiles softly at the agreement, slipping his hand away and tucking it back into his pocket. "Wonderful," He says with a breath of relief before taking another drag from his cigarette as he turns back to the door with heavy steps. "I appreciate this greatly, Basileios. I will be in touch."

He pulls the door open and returns to the cool night air, the breeze plucking at his disheveled hair and pulling at his coat tails. But he welcomes the chill, the slight shiver, a reminder that he is still alive.

The doctor offers not another word, but suddenly, Basileios feels the warmth of his magic return to him, and the door closes in Kerelas' wake.