Cinderella looked at Ewen with eyes full of surprise, hoping he would respond with something, hidden experiences, concealed emotions, unspeakable secrets... anything.
But in the end, Ewen just quietly looked into the distance, his thoughts completely emptied, as if he hadn't heard the girl's words, entirely banishing himself to some pure land.
At first, Cinderella chirped like a little bird around Ewen, but seeing that Ewen remained unresponsive, she gradually gave up.
"Ha..."
Cinderella let out a big yawn, stretched lazily, feeling an inexplicable fatigue seize her. She picked up a blanket, rolled on the floor, and curled herself into a cocoon beneath the bookshelf.
At some point, Ewen also closed his eyes, his head drooping, immersed in a distant dream. Canary sat on the steps, leaning towards the bookshelf beside her, the draft slipping from her hand, her brows tightly furrowed, her chest gently rising and falling in deep sleep.
