She didn’t let him go, but her eyes went wide. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, no. You were with the demon when--- My goodness! Did you get mauled? I heard it went feral! And the---”
“No,” said Aram firmly, before she could recount any more strange theories. The rumor mill had been at work while he’d been asleep, clearly. He suspected Neo had something to do with it, whether he meant to or not. “No, none of that. The bait was just... missing, so we had to stay out longer than usual. I was there all day. No one got mauled, or anything like that, but a day at the Saints is still nothing to sniff at.”