As the garden's trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling as they hovered above the verdant grass, Penelope observed this natural scene through tinted window shades. Her blue eyes glinted under the dawning sun.
Turning her gaze toward Alistair, who lay on the bed, his emotions most likely contemplative, she sighed audibly. "I so wish everything could always be this peaceful, but sadly, that's not the case."
The reply she heard was a low, sounding scoff, which came with an ever-harsher reply: "Was it really necessary? Your well-being for some momentary safety?"
"I am not too sure of that myself," she said while meandering around the room, caressing the organized pieces of furniture. "But we never really have a choice in these cases."
"You have one; you just choose to ignore it."
