The night was calm but thick with the cool embrace of mountain air. The faint glow of stars peeked through the clouds, casting a soft, silvery hue over the trail as the four of them—Ethan, Elias, Marie, and Celia—walked slowly back to the hut.
The sound of their footsteps was muffled by the dirt path, and for a moment, the group moved in comfortable silence.
Celia broke the quiet, her tone straightforward as always. "Ethan, how long are you planning to stay here?"
Marie frowned slightly, glancing at Celia. "That's not exactly fair, you know. He doesn't even have his memory yet. How can he know where he's supposed to go?"
Ethan chuckled softly, though his gaze remained ahead, thoughtful. "It's alright, Marie," he said. "I don't mind the question." After a pause, he added, "I just need a little time. But no, I don't think I'll be here for long either. I have this feeling… like I'm needed somewhere else."