Lucen felt the dripping sounds in the dark, the cold, frigid air against his neck. He could sense Aya's dissatisfaction but didn't know quite what to say.
"I've been training and preparing for our journey," Lucen apologised. "I'm sorry about that. But I have been thinking about you."
Her cell had a small bed and a desk and chair added to it to help her. She sat on the chair, elbows on the table, chin placed on her palms.
"So you came to just see me?"
Lucen scratched his head, smiling shakily.
"Just sit down then."
She gestured at the bed, and Lucen blinked twice. He wondered whether he should ask for another chair, but decided to not be a creep and just sit.
The bed was nice and comfortable; it was warm like she had just rolled out of it. Lucen caught Aya watching him closely, and his skin began to crawl like he was in a crowd of people.
"I'm sorry for being dumb," Lucen said. "I… um, I'm glad to see you doing well."
