" No," she wanted to argue, always eager to refute that he had consistently saved her. But he seemed to be referring to a moment Eileen didn't recognize. Suddenly, she recalled something he had mentioned while glancing at the clock before.
"…Originally, it looked like this."
In that moment, just like now, she felt a strange unfamiliarity from Cesare. She didn't know what to say to someone who appeared to be wandering alone in another time.
Eileen remained silent, seeking solace in his embrace. After a long silence, Cesare gently released her.
"It's time to sleep now."
Obediently, Eileen nestled into the bed and pulled the covers around her. Cesare, with meticulous care, tucked the loose fabric around her neck, ensuring she was warm.
"Goodnight, Eileen."