Lucas blinked once more, making sure what he was seeing wasn't just lingering drowsiness.
"Silvara?" he said again.
She stood straight in front of his bedroom door—far too close to be a coincidence. Her hair was slightly disheveled. Her eyes were red, dark shadows clearly visible beneath them.
Lucas frowned. "Why are you already here?"
Silvara didn't answer right away. A few seconds passed, filled only by the distant footsteps of servants echoing through the corridor.
"I was just waiting," she said simply.
Then she stepped aside, positioning herself to the right of the door. She stood still, giving him space.
The unease in Lucas's chest deepened. He glanced at her face again. Lack of sleep was obvious—too obvious for someone like her.
"…I'm going to wash my face first," Lucas said at last.
Silvara nodded faintly. Nothing more.
