I want you to read what I have written so far for Chapter 98. Just read and understand. No need for feedback:
The room was still, touched by the warm orange light of evening. Ethan sat on a woven mat near the window, the wooden floor beneath him smooth and cool.
The air carried the scent of old parchment, brewed herbs, and the faintest trace of rain from earlier that day.
He was still at Hera's home. One of the spare rooms she'd offered him without question.
Alden was here, too, he said he would be staying in the next room. He really made this place like his home.
He had insisted on being part of everything Ethan was going to face, determined to learn and help in whatever way he could. His loyalty, though sudden, felt sincere.
Besides, it was Alden's idea for Ethan to change into clothes more fitting for the Village of Cahaya. A simple dark tunic, loose at the sleeves, with matching trousers and a modest sash tied at the waist.