When Ryan arrived at the shade in the garden, his expression was wry, his delusion having obviously been broken when Dinaia had not spared him even a single glance back in the house. He looked at Daemon quietly waiting for him, suspecting that his friend had expected the situation.
He shook his head slightly, and went to put the snacks and drinks he had brought with him down. He gave Daemon a long look, but finally said nothing. He quietly filled his mouth with distractions, drinking to put the unsavory trip of the morning behind him.
It was not really where he had been that bothered him, but rather the flashes that had accompanied his departure from Furors Energy, as well as the feeling of being played, even if he had expected it.