relaxing rain

One of his eyebrows arched as he felt a surge of curiosity, compelling him to seek more information. However, a sense of restraint lingered within him, suggesting that perhaps it wasn't the opportune moment to inquire further, nor was the individual he intended to ask the right person to approach about the matter.

He crossed his arms, averting his gaze from hers, a subtle tension evident in his posture. Well, I've been okay, he started, his voice trailing off. I've made a lot of friends here, he continued, his words carrying a weight of significance as he hoped she would recall his fondness for spirits. Maybe he felt confident enough in their connection, in what they had been through together, or perhaps it was a test of her memory, a measure of her identity and success of the spell that wove her back to life. But with the veil torn down, things have been he paused, reconsidering his words, different.