By the time the ship docked, Arabella had already recovered most of her mobility and only needed a helping hand in order to move around.
The journey back home was a lot quieter than the first.
Home… Arabella caught herself smiling upon realizing she'd thought of the Eleazar manor as her home.
Silas kept a watchful eye on her, mainly on the curls of hair that floated back and forth at liberty, swayed by the strong winds that blew bold at times and then timidly the very next second.
"How are you feeling?" the words escaped him.
From the chair upon which she sat, the young woman turned to him, "Quite alright, thank you Maste…Silas,"
His name in her mouth without the honorific that usually came first left him momentarily stunned.
His insides writhed with something that wasn't pain, but of course, he let none of it show.
"Isn't that better?"
