Lynsandra had lost count of how long she had needed to recuperate, but Severin had kept track. It had been ten days and nights.
For the first few days, she mostly slept and ate. Then, when she grew bored with that, she ventured around the mansion.
She wasn't nosy, and she didn't bother him. If anything, aside from the occasional smile she gave him whenever they crossed paths, she mostly passed the time on her own. The words they exchanged could be counted on his fingers throughout the ten days since she entered his territory.
It was as though, just like him, she didn't want to build any rapport, nor did she show any interest in him.
Now, on this tenth night, Severin finally came to meet her outside the manor.
"Thanks for taking care of me," she said with a big smile. "And for the food, too!"
He didn't answer, only stared at her face. He had altered some of his clothes to fit her, knowing she would need proper ones. He had also prepared a bag of food for her journey home.
