Hale and Kaelith searched every corner of the room, their movements urgent and uneasy. But despite their efforts, neither dared to look out the window. Hale caught Kaelith's wrist when he moved toward it and shook his head. "Don't," he whispered.
Eventually, when their search turned up nothing, they returned to the bed, silent and pale with the weight of fear still lingering in the air. Hale got up again, lit the candle that had gone out, and carefully restored every item that had been disturbed, placing them back in their rightful spots as if trying to restore peace itself.
