Leon figured out the issue but didn't rush, as ultimately, he just felt something was amiss, merely a brief distraction, not fear or anxiety.
He waited until he caught a large grouper, not wasting the two hours of sitting idly on the coastal rocks. Then Leon picked up a bucket, left the seaside, and handed the bucket to a maid for cooking, before turning to head to Tassera's Mage Tower.
When he found Tassera, she was studying ancient texts from the elves, her head slightly lowered, a few strands of hair hanging by her cheeks, long eyelashes gently quivering. After a long time, she looked up at Leon, tucked her stray hair behind her ear, and asked, "Why do you have time to come by today?"
With an unchanged expression, Leon said, "Because I miss her."
"Thank you." Tassera's lips curved into a bright smile.
Leon glanced around the room, quickly getting drawn to the ship-in-a-bottle on Tassera's desk. He picked it up, examining it, and said, "I just went fishing."
