A few days passed in the blink of an eye before anyone could count them. Aria hadn't left her room even once throughout those days.
Mostly, she lay on her bed, staring silently at the walls, her gaze unfocused as if the stone itself might eventually give her answers it never would. Only getting up sometimes to eat the food that was served to her, moving more out of obligation than hunger. Even then, Zyren sat right beside her, close enough to notice every hesitation, every shallow breath, making sure that she ate it.
Her eyes were glassy and lost, as though she were looking through anyone she glanced at rather than at them. Afterward, she would fall back onto the bed without making a sound, her body curling slightly inward, as if she were trying to take up less space in the world.
