The week flew by in a joyful blur, filled with laughter, captivating stories, and playful banter, with Reynold's presence livening up the Dwight mansion.
He brought stories of adventures inside ruins, alchemical discoveries, and travels across the empire.
For a fleeting moment, everything felt right, as though time itself had slowed. But, as all good things do, the week reached its inevitable end. Reynold began to prepare for his return to the Alchemist Association in the capital.
The decision was brought up casually over dinner. Reynold had just mentioned that he would be departing the next morning when Sophia, gently set her cup down.
Her gaze drifted thoughtfully before landing on Spark, who was seated across from her. The air around the table seemed to be still.
"I think," Sophia began, her voice calm yet firm, "that it would be best if Spark accompanies Reynold to the capital."
