Kapitel 57: Utter dejection

Ras was leaning against the window, his arms folded. The balmy sunlight cast his dark hair in a hazy golden outline, his skin having that ever present shining quality of polished bronze. But despite this…

"You look a little wan," I said, noting the tired eyes, the shadows under them. 

The side of his mouth quirked, and despite the exhaustion evident on his face, he was still handsome. "I haven't slept for days." 

I tilted my head, staring at him in curiosity. "Why is that?" 

He gave me a small laugh. "Are you usually this dense?"

"Were you worried for me?" I asked him. "Why?" 

He stared at me long enough that I thought he was thinking that I was being delusional. Or that there was something wrong with my head after I went to another realm. Either way, I knew what his reply was going to me. It'd be a smart remark, a subtle swerving of the subject, the essence of my question since forgotten.