[Elara's pov]
That night with Kieran only seemed to find its way to my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about what had occurred.
It was the next day already, and I was out for the morning sunlight walk again. Doing the normal routine I was able to manage. "Arabella." I hadn't forgotten the other people that had gone missing also. And yet nobody in the town seemed to understand what was going on. That they weren't travelling. But had gone missing.
I wasn't still fully healed. But I could move again. Think clearly. Breathe without the ache in my ribs, reminding me what I had lost.
I arrived. Entering. As I went to the kitchen, filling up a cup of water. One that I gulped the whole after. My gaze searched for him, Kieran, as then I caught sight of him, busy with some notes. "He really isn't planning on resting a bit."
