They slept in until eight o'clock the next day.
The yacht's restaurant offered breakfast, and Alexander asked Purple what she would like to eat before heading to the restaurant to fetch breakfast for her.
Purple lay in bed with her eyes closed, dozing off for a while longer, unable to fall asleep, yet unwilling to get up.
She sat on the bed for quite some time, pondering how to explain today's events to Atra.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
If it were Alexander, he should have just come in directly, but who else on this boat would come to find her?
The tour guide?
Purple grabbed a piece of clothing at random to drape over herself and went to the door. She opened it, surprised to see Clyde standing outside.
With his tall and imposing stature, he exuded an oppressive presence merely by standing at the door, his deep and tranquil eyes like ancient, still waters, betraying no flicker of emotion.
Purple furrowed her eyebrows, "What are you here for?"
