The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating the small yet cozy room Alex had rented. The chirping of birds and the distant murmur of villagers reminded him of the tranquility despite the chaos last night.
But for Alex, peace wasn't a luxury, so he wanted to get as much rest as he could.
"Thank you, Alex. For the dance and for... everything." Lilia's last words were still fresh in his ears. Every time he tried to take some rest, he would be reminded of the look in Lilia's eyes that day.
She had tried to hide it well, but Alex could perceive her pain. He wanted to comfort her then and there, but things weren't calm enough for him to do that.
He had decided to do that the next day, only to face the assassins and wake up three days later.
The only reason he wasn't rushing to find Lilia right now was because he wasn't sure whether Lilia had reached the desolate or not.