Fetheion's words kept me awake most of the night for some reason. His tone of voice as he spoke, his dark, sorrowful expression… It left me worried and anxious.
When I finally fell asleep, my night was plagued with nightmares and memories of the souls I'd taken in.
Come morning, I crawled out of bed and headed to the library. It was empty, but the plates on the low table were what I had come here for anyways. I took some fruit and a sandwich, then left the underground hideout and stepped under the bright sunlight.
I found myself some shade and began eating, only to notice Asher walking towards me.
"Glad to see you're alive." He said as he sat beside me. He was still somewhat pale – he clearly hadn't recovered quite yet. "It's a bit weird," He said, looking at the far away mountains. "I was used to always knowing where you were."
