"He didn't come to the hamlet today…"
Marsha looked out the window as she placed down a wooden cup of water.
She knew about Deklan's routine.
Before the attack on the hamlet, he would've gone hunting to sharpen his skills, and then come to either his house or her house. Even if he wanted to sleep alone in his house, he normally says hello to her first before going in.
But she didn't see him at all today.
"Is he still exhausted?" Marsha mumbled.
Even though she was afraid to disturb him, the sinking feeling in her stomach returned.
And she couldn't endure it anymore.
It was especially devastating considering their relationship had developed further before the attack on the hamlet happened. Now—suddenly, they weren't on speaking terms anymore. "Is he angry at me for making him stay and risk his life?"
Biting her lower lip, Marsha stood up and exited her house, not forgetting to bring some food with her.
