Astrid noticed that every night before she slept, Enlil would make small talk with her. At first, she brush it off as concern but by Thursday night when he waited by the door, she could not help herself but ask `Enlil, do you mind if I ask you something?'
`Depends on the question?' he looked around the room. It was in much better condition than previously. She had her own vanity desk, a wardrobe cupboard, a study desk, and a sturdy bed. The only missing thing was the curtains. All her glass bottles and jars were stored away in the storage room.
`I mean, I don't want to come off as rude, but why do you talk to me every day before I sleep?', her eyes boring into his grey eyes, pulled into its depth, wondering what he has been through as a Wind God. Where did he stay?
Enlil cleared his throat and asked permission to sit, which she nodded in approval.
