Early the next morning, Evenson was half-reclining on the bed, taking lazy drags from a cigarette, while Klayya lay beside him wrapped in the blankets, fast asleep.
Sigh, there had been too much to explain, and explaining it all would have taken far too much time and effort. Fortunately, after his many patient and thorough explanations had thoroughly exhausted his stamina, he had finally managed to convince Klayya.
But just as Evenson was feeling pleased with himself, he suddenly felt a weight settle over his head, as if a huge pot had flown over and landed on it. Puzzled, he scratched his head and looked around. Probably just my imagination. So he did not dwell on it. Besides, even if it were real, so what? If a Sorcerer did not take the blame, how was he any different from a salted fish with no dreams?
"Mm..." Klayya stirred and slowly woke up. The morning sunlight fell across her face, making her exquisite features resemble those of an angel. She gave a languid smile, stretched out a lazy pale arm, and ran her hand over Evenson's face.
Evenson smiled as well, leaned down, and gently kissed Klayya on the forehead. Then he rolled out of bed to make breakfast. Evenson had always adhered to a no-breakfast policy, and sometimes even personally practiced the philosophy that eating only one meal a day was the mark of a saint. But when he was with Klayya, three meals a day had to be guaranteed. After all, it was physically demanding work.
Still, this was nice. The matter of the Fel Scar Rift was finally over. There seemed to be plenty of other urgent situations, but at least there was nothing to deal with today. A relaxed everyday life. Feeling refreshed, Evenson even hummed as