Returning to the tent once more
"My Lord, your face looks so pale."
Andreas waved his hand weakly: "I'm fine."
In the shadows, his low murmuring voice came clearly: "I now feel an unprecedented comfort."
Fatigue had left him far behind.
…
From a distance, Losa could already see Hebron standing with its tall towers atop the city walls.
Furinjira stretched lazily, somewhat impatient to return to her room covered over windows, impenetrably dark.
"Finally home."
"Yes, finally home."
Losa felt a bit sentimental; Hebron naturally couldn't be considered his hometown, but it belonged to him more than Algo's Habsburg ever felt like home.
Jeanne came alongside Losa, chuckling lightly: "Too bad it's not yet time to relax, we're about to fight a major battle."
"There should be a few days to rest."
Losa mused.
