A Quiet Day, A Lingering Question

The day passed in a calm, almost lazy rhythm. Luke found himself sitting on the grass near the cathedral, watching over the children as they ran across the open field, playing their games with boundless energy. Their laughter carried in the breeze, light and carefree. It was a peaceful sight—something he hadn't had the luxury to enjoy in a while. Sitting beside him, as always, was Ilyrana. The elf was quiet, her gaze occasionally following the children but mostly staying on Luke as if studying his expressions.

After a while, she finally spoke.

"What did you and Father Wingate talk about?"

Her voice was soft, carrying no pressure, only curiosity. Luke turned his head toward her.

"Not really a secret or anything," he admitted, stretching his legs out before leaning back on his elbows. "He told me that the delegation is leaving in five days and that he already asked if we could go with them to Virencia."

Ilyrana gave a small nod.