Leaning into the door frame, Silas watched as Mati went to work deconstructing the painting area and packing away her belongings. There wasn’t much to boast of a mural and Silas hoped she’d be back soon to work on it some more. He already knew that every time he looked up to see the skeletal sketch, he’d be reminded of today’s strange events. "True, eet ees a very long valk," he commented in response, before stepping into his room.
He blew away the tiny flames from the few candles he had lit. In their absence some had begun to leak small streams of wax over their sides; as Silas lifted one to hand to Mati he noted the half-circle of wax still present on his bedside table. They packed in silence until it seemed as if Mati had everything she needed. When she rose, Silas followed her out of his room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind them. He too let his icy gaze travel the hallway to Halo’s end, unsure whether her found relief or despair in her absence.
For now, he headed towards the stairs, wanting to push thoughts of the Inferni princess aside while he was still with Mati. He’d have time alone in his room later to mull things over. "Shall I carry somezhing?" He asked Mati as they made their way down the stairwell and towards the front of the mansion. Maybe Mati would feel better once they were out in the open, away from the irrational danger of Halo’s swords.
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