As with all other times, the night went by swiftly.
Though sleeping felt foreign to Atticus, he had to admit that he actually enjoyed doing it.
The next morning, he woke up feeling as light as a feather. Freshening up with a thought, he stepped out of his room to witness a weird scene.
Arya stood in front of his door with her head bowed low. She was clad in her battle suit and stood with a rigid pose.
"Y-young master! I hope you had a peaceful night…"
'She sure is eager…'
Though she hid her face with the bow, Atticus could feel her excitement from where he stood.
"I did, Arya, thank you." He turned towards the figure also bowing next to her.
"What are you doing?"
"M-master… I-I came here to pay my respects to you."
It was a person Atticus hadn't seen in a while, and quite frankly, had never expected to even see again.
'Yotad.'
Yotad was his Ravenblade, though no one could claim he had fulfilled any duty of protecting him. If anything, Atticus did the protecting.
