The morning sun was barely peeking through the clouds when Kyle stepped out of his inn.
A dull ache settled behind his eyes, remnants of a restless night and an overtaxed body.
His steps were even, but his posture was stiff, and the dark circles beneath his eyes didn't go unnoticed by the person waiting near the fountain plaza.
Silvy stood with her arms crossed and her hood drawn up, looking as disinterested as always. But the moment her eyes landed on Kyle, she frowned.
"You look like you didn't sleep a wink. You alright?"
She said, stepping toward him.
Kyle stopped beside her and tilted his head toward the sky, letting the morning breeze wash over his face before responding.
"I just found out something shocking last night. But you don't need to worry about it."
He said evenly.
Silvy's frown deepened. That was not a comforting answer.
She opened her mouth to press him, but caught herself.
No.
