Elian stayed at the window for a long time but soon found the courage to turn his back. he didn't go to sleep, he want searching his biggest hammer.

whatever was happening, either it was a dream or not, he won't let his puppets get damaged on his property.

when he got in the backward, the statue was missing an arm and candid had scratches in some places. they both were frozen, none willing to move under Elian gaze. the puppet maker took the opportunity and smashed off the statue's head, arms and turned everything to almost sand. Elian had his back towards Candid and when he turned, candid was inches from him.

"look who scratched himself! you're made of wood, you can't heal dumbass." Elian putted as he dragged candid inside.

he left the puppet on the sofa before going to bed.

then a cloud of magic covered candid and when it disappeared the scratches were gone replaced by completely black "scars".

Candid then got up and teleport himself in Elian's room.