The little wooden hut fell into a quiet stillness once more as the conversation reached another turning point. The fire burning within the stone hearth crackled gently, its warm amber light dancing across the wooden walls while shadows rose and fell with every flicker of the flames. Beyond the shuttered windows, the night remained peaceful, and the soft breeze drifting through the tiny gaps carried with it the distant murmur of rustling leaves and the occasional chirping of insects beneath the moonlit sky. It was a calm, almost comforting atmosphere, yet within the modest room itself, an invisible heaviness quietly lingered between the two figures seated across from one another.
Neither of them spoke immediately.
