"Thank you," Elana politely said as she accepted the cup of steaming coffee from him.
They were in his workshop, having come to discuss their visit to Elana's house.
The meeting itself had already been delayed. They were meant to meet the Duke during his birthday celebration, but circumstances intervened. Not only had something happened with Adrian, Elana too had her own share of trouble, and they were unable to attend the event.
"I believe it really helped you, Nytharos's death," Adrian said as he pulled a stool closer and sat across from her.
Elana noticed that the man was deliberately keeping some distance. She frowned slightly, but dismissed the thought before replying. "Yes, it did. Although his death brought a few complications into my daily life, the benefits far outweighed them."
For several days after Nytharos departed from the world, or at least a part of him did, Elana had been plagued by a strange sensation that left her constantly exhausted and listless.
