The next morning, sunlight crept through the wooden window and greeted Sylvia's face as she sat quietly in the chair near the bed. She hadn't slept that night, but she didn't feel tired. Her eyes were half-closed, her body relaxed. The peaceful night at Velthya's home had somehow recharged a part of her soul that rarely ever knew peace.
When a soft knock came at the door, Sylvia slowly opened her eyes. Velthya entered carrying two pieces of toast and a small plate of fruit.
"You're up earlier than usual," said Velthya, setting the tray on a small table.
Sylvia gave a faint smile. "This place is too peaceful to sleep deeply. Or maybe… I've just forgotten what it feels like to sleep like a normal person."
Velthya chuckled lightly. "Well then, let's make you feel normal again today."
Sylvia raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"A date," Velthya replied casually, sitting at the edge of the bed.
"A date?"
