Nuru entered the room and saw Aragon sitting on the bed, dazed.
"Are you alright?" she asked softly, stepping closer to him.
Aragon looked up, surprised by her sudden appearance. He didn't say anything, but his eyes conveyed the sadness and emptiness he felt inside.
Nuru sat down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said, not really knowing what she was apologizing for.
They sat in silence for a while, but Nuru could sense the tension and melancholy in the air.
She brought him some alcohol, hoping to ease his pain and get him to open up to her. Aragon was initially hesitant, but he eventually succumbed to her persuasion.
Aragon took the bottle from her and took a swig. It burned his throat, but he felt a sense of relief as the alcohol coursed through his veins.
In mere seconds, he drained the bottle, as he felt like he was burning away his emotions with the alcohol.
