[Talila]
"Hey Talila, it's been a few months since you and Archer first met. Do you miss him?"
Cecelia asked as they walked through the Sabat Kingdom, escorting the iron-shadow merchants.
Talila shrugged. "He's fine. We'll see each other again soon enough."
Cecelia raised an eyebrow. "So, why have you been so quiet lately?"
She sighed inwardly, knowing that Cecelia was just trying to provoke her.
"I've just been keeping to myself. No need to worry about me."
Cecelia didn't press the matter any further, and they continued on their journey.
The caravan traveled down the road, and the sun started to set as the wind grew stronger, sending shivers down Talila's back.
The journey to the Demonian Kingdom would still take several weeks.
Talila trudged down the long dirt road, her hood pulled tightly over her head to shield her from the biting wind.
