Charles and Nora walked through the corridors of the Storm Clan, now dressed in clean but still slightly damp tunics from the rain and the incident in Nora's room.
The air in the hallway was cool, carrying a faint scent of wood and burnt wax from the torches lighting the path.
Charles held the black sword in his hand, feeling its weight.
Nora, beside him, walked with quick steps, trying to keep pace, though her face still bore traces of the unease left by their encounter with Kain.
Neither spoke much, as if the tense atmosphere from the room still lingered.
When they reached Lira's door, Charles paused, noticing no light seeped from beneath it.
Nora raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.
"What time does your half-sister usually sleep…?" she asked, her tone curious.
Charles shrugged, scratching the back of his neck.
"No idea," he said casually. "Lira's always busy with something, but…"
