There was truly nothing for her and Loras to talk about. To her, he was nothing more than a mission objective.
After leaving, Evangeline went straight to Lachlan's bamboo house. It was empty—he had gone hunting and wasn't back yet.
Evangeline tidied up a bit, then sat at the table to brew some floral tea while waiting for Lachlan. The man had a tendency to overthink things; if she didn't talk him through it, he would probably keep blaming himself over the matter of the Beastman Tribe's trade meet.
'Come to think of it, for a female, my role is starting to feel like that of a caring older sister, having to look after everyone's mental and physical well-being.'
Dusk slowly settled, and the bamboo house fell silent.
Evangeline waited for a long time, but Lachlan still hadn't returned. A wave of pregnancy-induced fatigue washed over her. Not wanting to just sit there waiting like a fool, she lay down on her side on the bamboo bed and let sleep overtake her.
