Night slowly descended upon the city. Inside the old wooden walls of the inn, the wind sighed gently, and the floorboards creaked as if reminding everyone that time was passing.
The room was half-shrouded in darkness.
Zaber sat on the edge of the bed. Limir rested in his arms, his gaze fixed on the window — though his thoughts were far from there, drifting somewhere distant.
The blue kitten lay quietly in his lap, occasionally emitting a soft purr. That sound gradually eased the tension in Zaber's shoulders and the sharpness of his breathing, strangely calming his mind.
"What a strange day it's been…" he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible.
The kitten's ears twitched slightly. Without realizing it, Zaber placed his hand on her head and stroked gently. The motion was not careful — it was simple, natural. As though it was meant to be this way.
Limir remained silent.
