Friends

For the past four days, since Xylon had brought Eva back from the borders to the cabin, there had been an unsettling tension lingering in the air.

 Despite her anger towards him, Eva couldn't help but notice the weariness etched beneath Xylon's eyes. 

It was evident that he was struggling with sleep. But Eva refrained from questioning him about it. 

Each morning, she would awaken to him closing the door behind him and leave for the entire day.

In the evenings, Eva would retire to the couch, while Sylvan settled on the floor near the window, keeping his distance from her. 

Iclyn, on the other hand, claimed the bed, and Eva assumed that Xylon joined her there during the night, though she never dared to ask.

This morning, however, was different. Xylon had left before Eva had even stirred from her slumber, his departure shrouded in silence.

She turned to Sylvan, gently shaking him awake.