Enkidu nods shortly and moves to lean against the wall, watching the other as he fetches a tiny flask and pours its contents in tinier glasses. It looks like water.

"Yes."

There was an entire ceremony, they remember something like that. Why would such a thing be necessary if bonds are only meant to survive? Once again the look on Enkidu's face changes to a completely neutral one. There's no way to indicate they're angry or happy or in pain. They merely reach for the glass.

"What will happen after? Will these cracks disappear?"