Arielle leaned against the table while waiting for Ronan to finish putting on his clothes. She did not know how long she would be here. However, Ronan had to get back before the sun rose.
The girl went back to cooking. She chopped a few pieces of chicken that Lord Otis had brought and then put it on the iron stove hanging above the fireplace. Ronan returned to repair Arielle's bed so that it would not be easily damaged in the future.
"So… how long will you be here?" Ronan asked while smoothing the hinge he had made.
Arielle was stirring the soup she made and looked back for a moment.
"I don't know. Maybe more than a month because I have a lot to learn."
"More than two months?" asked Ronan again.
"Yes, and it's just a guess."
"Three? Four? Five months? One year? Can I visit you again?"
Arielle put down her wooden spoon and walked to him slowly. She hugged Ronan's back from behind very gently.
