Meanwhile,
"That place, Yes! Move it there!" Helena exclaimed, pointing eagerly at a specific spot as Aether struggled to move the heavy table towards the corner. Her enthusiasm was almost childlike, a stark contrast to Aether's growing frustration.
Aether sighed deeply, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his exasperation. He couldn't believe that Helena had once again lured him into her room, insisting that she needed his help.
And what was the help this time?
She had just asked him to move the table.... a task he had already performed the last time he was here.
'She just wants to talk to me but doesn't know how,' Aether mused, a blend of amusement and irritation dancing in his thoughts.
He glanced at the golden-haired girl, whose eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and something deeper.
"That's all... I'll be leaving then," Aether announced with a smile as he pretended to head for the door.
