Later that night
At Caelen's Room
The moon hung high over the village, casting silver light over the rooftops. The festival fires were slowly dying down, and the once loud celebration had grown quiet. A soft breeze rustled the trees near Caelen's room as he stood by the window, watching villagers head to their homes, laughter and song fading into the distance.
A knock.
He blinked, pulled from his thoughts. Turning from the window, he said calmly, "Come in."
The wooden door creaked open, and Lily stepped inside. She looked uncertain, her fingers loosely interlocked. Her hair glowed faintly in the moonlight behind her.
"It's rare to see you coming to my room," Caelen said with a light smile.
"I wanted to talk with you," Lily said softly.
Caelen approached and gestured to the chair, "Sure. Want to sit?"
Lily shook her head. "No, I can talk while standing. You don't have to stress yourself."
"Alright then," Caelen said, folding his arms gently.
