Eiden walked quietly, Deuel by his side. The murmurs of the morning crowd had already begun to fade behind them as they covered some distance. Eiden suddenly turned his head back, his eyes scanning the path they came from. He was checking something.
Linda wasn't following. He let out a soft sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing just a bit. But before he could dwell on the comfort of her absence, Deuel nudged him with his elbow, raising a brow at him with mild suspicion. "Isn't that Linda?" Deuel asked, his tone casual but curious.
"Yes," Eiden replied, face calm, voice neutral, as if the name itself was no big deal. Deuel narrowed his eyes at the detached response. "Then why were you two walking arm-crossed earlier?"
Eiden shrugged. "I don't know, you tell me." Deuel pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, muttering under his breath, "I think I'm starting to feel what Petter usually feels…"
