( Sorry it's short. We can skip to the next day but if we're going on the evening I figured I'd sneak in some way to keep the dialogue going―even if by phone, haha. )

Silas took the cup from Arael once the younger guardian was finished with rinsing it. He returned it to the cupboard above the sink and wiped the counter down with a paper towel to dry what had splashed up onto the rim. "Me, too," he chimed with a grin. "I think we've tidied up enough for now. Goodnight Arael."

On Silas's first step toward the staircase he thought about going down to the first floor. The dim lights reminded him of sleep, though, so he resolved to climb up to his room on the fifth floor.


Mars hugged back. "Alright," she said. "Would you call me when you're sure he's okay? I don't mean to pry but if you're alone like this I don't want to miss out if he's showing signs of a medical emergency, y'know?"