The sound of a shuffling movement awakened Neveah and her eyes slowly came open.
Neveah squinted slightly, her gaze searching her quarters to identify the source of the sound.
Neveah's search ended quickly when her eyes settled on Everon who was crouched down on the floor, his head turning from one side to the other.
"What are you doing acting so strangely in someone else's room?" Neveah asked curiously, her voice hoarse from disuse.
Everon's gaze snapped up, his eyes met Neveah's and a fond smile stretched across his lips.
"My dear Veah, you are even more salty than I remember." Everon commented, standing up straight.
"You did not answer my question." Neveah murmured tiredly, her gaze trailing Everon who walked over to her bed.
"Is that the first thing you want to say to me, after a year? You do not want to know how I came to be here?" Everon asked Neveah with a raised brow.