That evening, Theora left Reylan on the roof and returned to her room without another word. He hadn't replied to her statement, instead staring into the night with a deep expression, and he hadn't stopped her when she'd stood up to leave the rooftop and taken the stairs back down. She needed time to process everything she had learned, and he needed to perhaps understand what she had said. Somehow, something else had passed between them. Even if they didn't agree, they had a better understanding of each other's take on life, as opposite as they were. A part of Theora was glad; for now, she understood better the mystery that Reylan had been to her since the beginning. At least, some of his personality made better sense. Why he was so secretive, a loner, even within his own brigade. His overa
