"She was once saved by a man who took her in and nursed her back to health," Zyran said. He seems to have the habit of playing with his pocket watch.
seemingly lost in the memory. In an attempt to lighten the mood, Amira turned to him with a reassuring smile.
The town exuded a sense of serenity, and its inhabitants greeted Zyran like an old friend. Amira couldn't help but wonder about Zyran's familiarity with the locals.
"Do they know you?" she inquired, curious about the warm greetings.
"If I were a stranger, I would have been intercepted as soon as I arrived," Zyran responded with a hint of amusement, emphasizing his ties to the community.
Understanding her oversight, Amira replied with a self-conscious smile.
"Of course, I should have realized that."
Zyran guided Amira to a tree house hidden among the lush branches. The interior was a cozy yet elegant retreat from the outside world.