Caym and Ingrid walked through the silent barracks grounds. The night enveloped them in a cloak of darkness broken only by the faint glow of the moon and distant torches.
Ingrid's gloved hands rested calmly in front of her, her posture straight and composed despite the events of the evening.
"I'm sorry for causing a commotion," Ingrid said softly.
Caym's gaze remained fixed on the dim path ahead. "You don't need to apologize," he replied evenly. "But I hope you understand the gravity of today's events. I don't wish for you to put yourself in more danger than necessary."
Ingrid lowered her head, a solemn expression crossing her features. "There is just nothing else I can gamble than myself," she admitted quietly.
Caym glanced down at Ingrid, his eyes tracing the delicate strands of her silver hair as they shimmered in the moonlight, complementing beautifully with her porcelain skin.
