Damien watched, hidden from sight, as the Hunter lay down on the tiny ship bunk. Shadows slid along the lean frame as if they sought to envelope him within themselves. Stillness of an otherworldly nature stole over the adept's form. No breath stirred within that breast, but emanating cold was felt even as far as the hidden vantage the priest had occupied the last few nights. Deathly pale alabaster skin, hauntingly attractive features… Damien stared on thinking, Beautiful. And through the obscure darkness, he started as one silver eye opened and pierced him with its gaze. The Hunter smiled.