Alyssane woke up feeling more exhausted.
Her body was aching from sleeping against the rough stone, and her mind felt hazy. She slowly blinked her eyes and then saw Kazmun standing close to the fire, his hair, dark as ink, brushed against his collar, catching the faint glow of the flames.
"We are leaving now," he said as if feeling her gaze on him.
"Your wounds…" she glanced at the bandages firmly wrapped around him.
"It's fine," Kazmun nonchalantly responded, fastening the last button of his coat. There was not a single trace of pain on his face, no exhaustion she felt, but Alyssane knew any injury like his would not stop hurting so soon.
But she said nothing.
They had to leave the place as soon as they could. What if something worse awaited in one of the chambers? Alyssane silently wore her gown, loosely binding the laces, before they walked through the only door.
It closed with a resounding thud.
