Lord Rhaegal sat all night on his couch without sleep. It was a tormenting night, his mind in turmoil. The room remained a total mess, but he continued to sit there, lost in thought, until he sensed someone approaching.
Elias stumbled into the chaos, taken aback by the sight. He looked around, frowned, and asked, "What happened to you?" His question pulled Rhaegal from his dazed state.
Rhaegal shook his head, remaining silent. Elias let out a tired sigh and settled down next to his friend. Slowly, Rhaegal turned to scrutinize him, frowning. "What happened to you?" he asked.
In fact, Elias looked much worse than Rhaegal. Disheveled, his sleeves were buttoned improperly. Elias shook his head and remained silent. It felt as though words had evaded both of them. They sat together in silence, lost in their thoughts, until Elias finally broke the quiet.
"Do you think some mistakes are forgivable?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
