Dariz is Full, and I Desire a Walk in the Dark Together

Ailwin took in the room, his senses picking up the subtle scents of lavender and chamomile mingling with the aroma of freshly prepared food. He felt the warmth of the fire and the coziness of the room wrap around him, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Flea's weariness was evident, but so was her relief at seeing him.

Flea, you’ve been through so much, he said softly, his eyes meeting hers with genuine concern, he knew she could take care of herself and it wasn’t a sympathetic look as much as just genuine empathy and understanding. I'm glad we have this evening, even if just for a night. He reached out, but stopped a few centimeters from her arm. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to touch her, but touch didn’t come easily to him. I can see it’s been difficult, with Bajie's son and all the training. Some unwinding is in order.

He settled into a chair, his presence a steady anchor in the room's calm. As for the sachet, he continued with a gentle smile, it’s meant for whatever brings you the most peace. Tea, a bath, whichever you prefer. You deserve some tranquility.

He glanced at the food, then back at her, noting the hunger in her eyes. I'm famished," he admitted with a chuckle. Let's eat together. A meal is always more fulfilling when shared.

As they began to eat, Ailwin kept his movements slow and unhurried, matching the serene pace of the evening. Tell me more about your training, he prompted, his voice inviting her to share. And how is Bajie's son adjusting? I want to know everything, but only what you’re comfortable sharing.

He listened intently, their conversation a soothing backdrop to the simple act of sharing food and company. The room felt like a sanctuary, a temporary escape from the demands and pressures of their lives. Here, in this moment, they could be just Ailwin and Flea, friends reconnecting and finding solace in each other's presence.

@Little Flea