Henry’s grin was as wide as his face could physically handle. The grin was only as wide as it was, for it was the fact Henry didn’t cause the problem himself to entertain his morbid lifestyle. It was his pure luck that someone had claimed to have been possessed by a supernatural being in the village they were passing through. The dark mage could barely contain himself. He was even rubbing his nimble hands eagerly together while he bounced down the stone paved road.
❝ What an excellent day for an exorcism, isn’t it Chrom? ❞ Henry asked, laughing, of course. He figured Chrom was tagging along to make sure he didn’t get himself into any demonic trouble. The mage found that reason fair enough considering his past experiences with bring along unnecessary creatures.
❝What an excellent day indeed,❞ Chrom muttered through gritted teeth. It was a nice day, about as sunny and lively as Henry seemed to be, and the Exalt would have appreciate it spending it elsewhere, doing something - anything - else, but even though he was skeptical about these rumors, the Shepherds couldn’t simply not address the potential issue. And it was even harder to admit that their dark mage was without a doubt the most qualified person to deal with such a phenomenon, if phenomenon there actually was.
Because the swordsman was still hanging on to the hope that this was but a false alarm meant to cause panic in a peaceful village, and that after brief investigation he’d be dragging the Plegian back to camp. He’d volunteered to keep an eye on Henry to make sure he wouldn’t succumb to the temptation of making this a bigger mess than it was - if mess there was -, but the mage’s attitude was officially not settling well with him. Not that Chrom wasn’t one for optimism, but even after all this time he couldn’t help but be disturbed by Henry’s creepy happiness whenever something morbid was at stake. ❝Let’s get this over with.❞