Erik tapped his chin, as if trying to remember. In truth, he was trying to figure out the best way to tell what happened without recounting the worst of it. If somehow El didn't know yet, he didn't need to know yet. There was no sense burdening him with all that, especially since it wasn't like they could do anything here anyway.

"Well, we beat Mordegon. You got his big bad sword. Why, what do you remember?"