Damian and Kaelen stood together, their eyes fixed on the ship sailing away from the bustling harbor. Despite the lively atmosphere around them, they remained oblivious to their surroundings.
"Let's go now," Kaelen said, placing a hand on Damian's shoulder. They started walking, seeking their way out of the harbor.
Meanwhile, on the departing ship, Han, Roland, and Ravos sat around a table on the upper deck. A crew member steered the vessel through the waters.
"Seriously, are you crying?" Ravos asked, observing Han closely.
"Huu huu, who's crying?" Han retorted, feigning ignorance.
"Your tears are flowing like a waterfall," Ravos remarked.
"It's not crying; something went into my eyes. I'm just crying to clean them," Han defended himself, wiping his eyes.
"Seriously, what's gotten into both of you? Getting all gloomy and sad over some kid we've only known for a month," Ravos said, lighting his cigar and taking a puff.
