Sylvara watched the guy leave with a complicated expression on her face.
She did not know why, but she felt a bit weird. The distance between them was growing more and more every single day. When she had met him for the very first time, she even looked down on him, but now he was at a height which she could no longer even see.
She lingered in the booth long after Damon had gone, her fingers resting lightly on the rim of her glass. The lantern light flickered across her face, catching the faint crease in her brow as she stared at the empty seat he had just vacated. For reasons she couldn't quite name, her chest felt tight.
It was strange. She wondered if they would ever be able to spend time like this again with just the two of them. A bitter smile ghosted across her lips. She had thought herself pragmatic, level-headed, even untouchable. Yet here she was, feeling the distance widen every time he walked away.
