Why was six nervous? Because seven eight nine.

Madeline listened to Ely's words with a thoughtful expression, appreciating the insight into her companion's world. It was moments like these, small and seemingly inconsequential, that Madeline cherished. Despite the lingering darkness from her nightmares, she found comfort in the simplicity of shared conversations, especially with someone as intriguing as Ely.

She took another bite of her kabob, savoring the rich, smoky flavor before responding. You’re right about the markets, Ely. There’s something refreshing about being out in the open air, surrounded by people going about their day. It’s like a breath of fresh air—literally and figuratively. Taverns can feel a bit too confining sometimes.

Madeline let out a soft chuckle, though there was a hint of something melancholic beneath it. As for taking time off, it’s funny, isn’t it? How we get so caught up in our duties that we forget to just... live. It’s something I’m trying to work on, though I suppose I’ve always found it easier to focus on others rather than myself.

She studied Ely for a moment, intrigued by her remark about not being good at taking downtime. There was something guarded about her, a subtle distance that Madeline couldn’t quite bridge. Still, she appreciated the honesty in her words.

Rian is a good man, Madeline said, nodding slightly. I’m glad you’ve found someone you can connect with here. It’s important to have people you can trust, especially in a place as unpredictable as West Hills. She paused, her eyes softening as she looked at Ely. You know, if you ever do need to take some time for yourself, don’t hesitate to let me know. I’d hate to think I’m contributing to your workload without realizing it.

She offered Ely a sincere smile, hoping to convey that she truly cared for her well-being, even if Ely might be too guarded to fully accept it. And if you ever want to talk, or just need a break from everything, you know where to find me.

Madeline’s thoughts briefly drifted back to the nightmares that had plagued her, the unease gnawing at her edges. But sitting here, sharing this moment with Ely, she felt a small measure of peace. Maybe that was all she needed right now—just a bit of normalcy, a reminder that not everything had to be a struggle.

She looked up at the sky, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the market. Perhaps we should make this a regular thing, Ely. A little escape from our duties now and then. What do you think?

Madeline’s smile this time was a little brighter, a bit more genuine. For a moment, the weight of her nightmares lifted, replaced by the warmth of a simple, shared moment.

@Aelynthi Loraronna