The return to the city was quieter than usual.
The sun had already passed the middle of the sky, spreading golden tones over the trees. The sound of their footsteps mixed with the rustling of the leaves.
But, other than that, nothing.
Yanyu walked a few steps ahead, breathing calmly. She was serene, but without starting a conversation.
Kyrian, in turn, walked right behind, with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the path.
It was strange for him. In the last few days, there was always something. A quick exchange of words, a comment from her, a curious question. But now, nothing.
Only silence.
Kyrian showed nothing on his face. But inside, he felt a small discomfort, almost imperceptible.
It wasn't something that could be called worry or irritation. But it was there, it felt as if a space had suddenly formed between them.
He didn't think much about it. He just kept walking.
