Caelith walked to the doorway and glanced outside.
The young man still stood beneath the opposite wall, half-shadowed by the fading afternoon light. His gaze rested silently upon the embroidery shop. The moment he noticed her stepping out, he lowered his eyes at once.
Yet he did not leave.
Caelith instructed Yvaine to bring several steamed buns out and offer them to him.
Yvaine did exactly that, and the young man accepted them quietly. He looked once at her but said nothing, lowering his head to eat in silence.
When he finished, he remained standing there exactly as before.
On the fifth day, Caelith could no longer endure the strange man's silence. She stepped outside and stopped directly before him, her fists pressing against her sides.
"Who are you?" she asked softly, but firmly. "And why do you stand here every day? Is there something you need from us?"
The young man looked at her for a very long time, but just like before, he said nothing at all.
