Though as much as she wanted to focus on her tracks, she sprung up when knocks were coming through the wooden door with a low call.
"I'm here…"
'Finally, Keith's back.'
On her fingertips, she let out a clinking crystal aglow and flicked the rusty metal knob. A subtle clink and the door creak, moving jarringly against the matted floor.
In the same heavy cotton and leather cloak as hers, Keith had taken off his hood as hers that donned him. The long disheveled fringes covered up to his eyes, but his ears were slightly drooped.
[It's hard, isn't it?]
Many revered him for being a valiant and astute knight on top of his outstanding talent, but he was completely different when he was alone with her.
Though, she had already expected it. Athan was also cunning, and even with the curse she had cast upon him wouldn't stop from what he wanted.
