"We're in Myrefall, of course!" Khalil answered in a matter of factly as his eyes gazed suspiciously like I have some screw loose laying around.
"Myrefall? Of which country?" I asked. Surely he's giving me the name of the town. At least logically, that's what I would answer if someone asked me for a location.
"Ye must be in such a wreck, Arina. Calm yer nerves and we'll talk again later, aye? 'Ere, 'ave some tea."
He pushed a cup of warm floral-flavoured tea onto my hand. In my own world full of conflicts, I managed to brush off these feelings. But THAT nagging thoughts keep on crashing persistently. Trying to invade my peace. Trying to snake its way in and poison me with insecurities.
"Cheer up, bird. Ye look tense!"
