Out of the room

Then Crown speaks again, "Would you be able to help Jonathan now?" Mrs. Jane nodded her head, where everyone sighed in relief, whereas Iravan was just observing, although there is an eeriness, stillness, and tranquility that can be found in his eyes.

Dawn watches him with great intrigue, then Crown gets their attention. Crown started to flap his blackest wings, then he flew on the bed next to them in a matter of seconds.

Dawn looks at him with a curious look. "Guys, it looks like the nurses know what they are doing. It's late; you should be going to bed; you have to get ready for school tomorrow." Dawn looks at him with a rare uncertain expression, where Crown nodded his head with an rare authoritative expression, although there was a heavy exhaustion that lingers on his face, which makes sense; he has been traveling all day.

Dawn looks at everyone who is busy, nurses walking around while others are making something, before looking at Iravan with an uncertain expression. She looks at him with a contemplating look before asking, "Hey, do you want to come with me?"

Crown looks at her in confusion before saying, "Hey, he can't go with you. It's too risky; what if he attacks someone?" Dawn turns toward him before replying, "Everyone is asleep now, while the people here are focused on Jonathan. I can tell you're exhausted, so he can come with me for a while. He can't stay here forever."

Dawn gets up as she feels her muscles aches from walking all day, whereas the fatigue can be felt throughout every part of her frame and comes back with full force.

She turns around and grabs Iravan's hand, then she speaks to him with telepathy. "Come on, you're coming with me." Iravan looks at her with a tilted expression, although there's an unfathomable look in his black eyes. His long, black, wavy hair lays against his forehead in a way that hides half of his face from the world.

Iravan then gets up with a pliant manner, where his hands push himself up before standing on his feet in a rigid stance. Dawn waves at him before pointing at herself as she whispers, her voice no louder than a soft, quiet rustling wind. 'Follow me."

Then she leaves the room in a quiet demeanor, whereas Iravan follows her in an obedient manner. Behind them, Crown looks at them with uncertainty because he doesn't know anything about the siren.

His mind is weary and drained, so he couldn't think anything about the matter, although there's a small whisper about how dangerous this is.

Dawn and Iravan walk closer to the door, where they go through the door, and the door shuts with a quiet bang. The hall is silent and dark, where every shadowy figure can be seen, like the shadows are watching them in the close distance, where they watch with their emotionless, inanimate eyes.

It was an illusion; it was only the trees that were swaying from side to side that were outside of the window. The wind could be heard, the rustling sounds of the breeze. Dawn and Iravan continued walking in the darkness, although there were candles in the corner of the room, which allowed them to see ahead of them.

Iravan looks around them with quiet curiosity since this is the first time he came out of the room. He doesn't recognize some of the things around him. The paintings on the wall, the books that are stocked on the shelves, the chair that sits on the tables, and more things. Dawn looks back at him with quiet, calm eyes, where Iravan is intrigued by the things around him.

He was walking towards one of the windows when he looked out through the window. Dawn walks closer to him when he starts to tilt his head in a confused manner. She asked, "What is it?"

She stops next to him before he points at the black, shiny metal thing in the distance. She heard his inner voice—the sound of rushing waters—when he grabbed her hand to communicate, he asked, "What is that in the distance?"

She smiles, "It's called a car." In the eerily, rare peaceful silence, Iravan speaks again in the quiet, serene hall; he says, "Car." She smiles when he says the word correctly; it's interesting to see the astonishment in his eyes, where he's looking at new, unfamiliar things around him. He's like a child that is seeing the world around him.

The eyes of starstruck, awe, and fascination about the unfamiliar world around them as they tried to understand it at the same time. He has a lot to learn as he tries to adjust at the same time.