Light had been bothered for a long time by the candle that Lara had lit; he always waited for her to extinguish it and come to bed, but this time it was unbearable.
"Lara, you'll be too tired tomorrow, just forget about it…" his voice was filled with exhaustion, the words dragging out. No response came…
"Please put it out…" The silence started to wake him up. Already irritated, he lifted his head and saw that the table was empty. His previously sleep-drunken eyes became focused and sharp. He grabbed his sword and tried to find clues of her whereabouts. With no success, he went to the door and opened it without much thought.
The maids on the other side greeted him.
"Do you need anything, sir?" They were confused by the fact that he had gotten up. While the elf had a light sleep and frequently went out at night, even if briefly, he never left.
"Where is Lara?" His gaze was sharp, and his hand gripped the sword tightly, ready for a possible fight.
