(Amaia)
The silence that follows is uncomfortable. Both of them appear to be lost in their own bubbles.
While Alnitak only makes paper shapes out of the papers instead of helping arrange them in their respective files, Rigel helps. His hands move with precision, and every now and then, he casts me a look of pure yearning.
Hours go by when the woman we met at the entrance approaches us.
"Peeps that's enough. Go have your lunch now and don't fight," she states, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
"Finally! I am so bored." Alnitak picks up one of the papers he has folded into a bird and throws it across the room. It glides over like a real bird and the woman shakes her head at him.
"You know how important these papers are to me, Ali."
Alnitak sheepishly smiles at her.
"Before you go. Saiph had asked me to give each one of you a charmed weapon. Since you people are learning about Chitterings."
