Rasmus was standing still in the middle of the hallway, his eyes focused on the people in front of him. Lazarus, Arthor, and Nior were on their way to the main hall while Rasmus was on his way to leave the palace. There was only silence, no words were exchanged, and none of them were trying to avoid this situation.
"You have recovered, young man?" Lazarus asked, his hands behind his back.
"Recovered?" Rasmus asked.
"Yes, everyone in the palace knew what happened to you. Your previous room, it's still covered in ice and nothing could melt it," Lazarus answered, his eyes stayed on Rasmus' eyes.
Rasmus didn't know that everyone knew what had happened to him because Aris didn't mention that at all. He had just woken up from his sleep not too long ago, and he was trying to get some fresh air after what he had been through.
"Yes, I just needed a bit of rest. Thank you for your concern," Rasmus answered.
Lazarus smiled softly as he nodded with understanding.
