The return journey held no urgency, so it took around the same time it took them to ride from the Capital of Vallyn to the Capital of Asten, to ride back from Asten to the City of the West.
On the final stretch of the journey, for them at least, the carriage picked up some speed, riding through the streets of the West. The carriage curtains were down, the sky turning red outside, the outside world distant.
Silvan had been a saint the entire journey, mostly for his own benefit, as he feared that he would not be able to stop after a chaste kiss. Their journey was less than an hour to its end, they had barely rested after their trip to Asten before getting back on the road, and they were both road weary.
Alessio, on the other hand, had gotten a false sense of security, he missed the electrifying kisses, but they were also too much. Things had more or less gone back to the way they used to be before the encounter at the temple, except that their gestures were gentler, more intimate.
