Aivena didn't come to conclusion, at least not in her journal. In the end, she shut the journal closed with a (frustrated?) huff and teleported away, leaving me to wait for her return.
To think—so much of my existence circled around her now. It was disturbing. Sometimes, I could easily imagine that there was nothing beyond the tiny piece of the world I could see from my cage. And I was only stuck there for about twenty days.
I didn't see Aivena again until next day, except for a brief visit when she left me some food and water. Again, of better quality than before—the food in question was an actual loaf of bread. No meat hid inside, but it was better than scraps from Aivena's meals: bare bones and apple cores.
When Aivena came to my cage again, she held a piece of paper. Her expression was hard to read, but was that anticipation in her eyes?
