Eiravyne stepped back, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for something to anchor her thoughts.
It was a cozy study, the shelves lined with books that exuded the faint smell of parchment and ink.
A sturdy desk sat near the fireplace, its surface scattered with papers and an open journal.
The chair Urag had been sitting in dominated the space, its high back casting long shadows in the firelight.
Her bare feet shifted against the cold stone floor as she spoke, her voice small and trembling. "I-I... I don't w-want to go back. N-not yet."
"Eiravyne," he said softly, his tone laced with curiosity. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
She shook her head quickly, her arms wrapping around herself protectively. "N-no, n-nothing happened. I j-just..." She trailed off, biting her lip as she turned her back to him, pretending to examine the spines of the books on the shelves. "I j-just w-want to know …why ..you were here ."
