Their footsteps finally came to a stop in front of the field. Beneath the fading remnants of twilight, the tomato fruits looked like tiny gems, hanging submissively from their stems.
"Second harvest soon," Lucas thought.
He took a short breath, trying to chase away the awkwardness still lingering in the air. Without a word, he moved his hand. A faint glow shimmered as he summoned Loticentra. The automatic sprinkler appeared in his palm.
He extended it toward Silvara.
"Here," Lucas said briefly.
Silvara did not respond right away. She lifted her face slightly, but her eyes remained fixed on the ground. Her hand rose with a movement that felt heavy, as if all her strength had been drained by the brief conversation on the hill earlier. She accepted Loticentra with a weak grip, her fingers barely holding it firmly.
