Chapter - 86

After finishing my meal, I dusted my hands and started walking toward my tent. The sky above was slowly dimming, the last hints of sunlight bleeding orange across the clouds. I could hear soft footsteps behind me—Lyla was quietly following, her presence calm but curious.

We walked in silence, the faint rustling of grass beneath our feet filling the space between us. When we reached the tent, I gently took the reins of my horse and tied it to the wooden post just outside. It neighed softly, already settling down for the night.

I pulled open the flap of the tent and stepped inside. The familiar scent of leather, dust, and a hint of lingering firewood greeted me. Lyla stepped in after me, her eyes scanning the modest interior—bedroll, lantern, a few supplies stacked neatly in the corner.

Without a word, she moved toward the lone wooden chair beside the small table and sat down gracefully, her hands folded in her lap, eyes on me, waiting.