Bologue opened his eyes, rubbed them, and got out of bed. He had always been a highly disciplined person, waking up at the same time each day, whether it was a workday or a day off, like a perfectly functioning machine.
Pulling open the curtains, warm light filled the room, bringing a long-awaited sense of warmth, spreading a cozy feeling over him.
It's been half a month since the terrible vacation in the Wind Source Highlands. Thinking back now, it all still feels like it happened yesterday. Bologue briefly reminisced, slipping on his slippers to wash his face and brush his teeth.
By the third day back, Palmer had been discharged from the emergency treatment at the Border Sanatorium. He then collapsed on the living room sofa, constantly lamenting and reminiscing about his hometown.
Perhaps this was what they call homesickness.
Bologue could understand Palmer, but only a small part of it.
