Lucas kept walking without looking back. His steps were steady, as always, but the small distance behind him never truly disappeared. Silvara followed him back to the fields, maintaining the same gap—too close to be called coincidence, too far to be called walking side by side.
Afternoon slowly crept in. The sun tilted, shadows stretching between the rows of crops. The air warmed in a calm way, without any hurried wind. Lucas stopped at the same spot as earlier that day.
"Start the second watering," he said shortly.
Silvara took the Loticentra from Lucas's hand and placed it in the middle of the field.
The Loticentra moved smoothly, rotating, dividing the flow to each plot. The soil absorbed it slowly, a neat, wet sound.
Silvara stood a few steps in front of Lucas.
Lucas glanced briefly. "You can sit."
Silvara shook her head slightly. "It's fine."
