Xylon, having spent the night away, returned to find Eva sitting at her desk, frustration evident in her blue eyes.
The morning light streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow on the room.
His attire, a dark pair of pants, a white shirt, and a blue jeans vest, spoke of a casual look. His boots clung to his feet, completing the ensemble.
As he entered the room, Xylon's gaze shifted towards Eva, immediately picking up on her sense of frustration.
He could see that she had been diligently studying her grimoires, seeking a way to aid his injured leg.
Eva's eyes met his, a blend of determination and disappointment shining through.
She longed to find a solution, to ease his pain and assist in his recovery with a prosthetic leg .
It had become her mission to explore every possible avenue, poring over ancient texts and seeking guidance from mystical sources.
