Before Ray could respond, Valentine delivered a sharp, open-pawed slap to Light's head. "Don't test me, thief. I will make good on my word."
Ray chuckled, and turned towards Light. "Though I cannot see, I can still smell you." He then sighed, smiled, and moved towards the fire like a moth to a flame. "Saying I am unable to see is a bit of a lie. This," he motioned towards the flame, "I can see the light. Smells of silver." He turned towards Valentine. "Y-You aren't hunting beasts again, are you?"
Valentine rubbed the back of her neck, walking away from Lightstone, revealing the small silver dagger sheathed across her rear. She placed a paw on Ray's shoulder and laughed, forced and false. "Just a precaution, brother. Just a...uh...yeah."