Mirabelle was so lost in thought that she barely noticed the walk back to her room.
She walked silently beside Kaelith through the endless palace corridors.
At some point, the female vaguely noticed that he had slowed his usual pace to match hers more comfortably. One of his hands rested casually inside his pocket while the other remained close beside her so she could continue holding onto his arm.
Neither of them spoke.
Mirabelle barely noticed where they were going anymore.
Honestly, Kaelith probably could have led her anywhere at this point.
Apparently, though, he actually knew the way to her room.
The white stone walls blurred past her together with moonlit windows, flickering lanterns, distant voices, and soft music still echoing somewhere far behind them.
Her thoughts had become far louder than the outside world.
Because somehow…
