The corners of Ayato’s mouth twitch upwards just the barest amount, amusement clear in his body language as he shifts to step back just enough to open the door for the other man to be able to see further inside the cabin.

He tosses the sword up, and it dissolves into a muted shower of glimmering sparks. Not far from his reach in the slightest, as he could simply summon it back into his grip once again with very little effort on his part. But, as the saying went: out of sight, out of mind.

“Your companion is asleep at the moment. You can step in to verify that my words convey the truth, if you like. Though I will have to request that you keep your voice down, so as to not disturb the others. Everyone is rather on edge, given the way the last outing went.”

Murder island leaves lasting effects on the mind, after all.