Time moved strangely after that meetup, passing relatively steadily and unremarkably, as if the word itself had decided that after the violence of the past couple of days, it would offer no more drama unless it was being forced.
Albedo remained in the infirmary room alongside Lilian, and at some point, he shifted from the chair to the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb Lilian, his back resting against the headboard while he kept watch.
He didn't truly sleep, not in the way sleep usually came, but he drifted in and out of a shallow, half-conscious state where thoughts loosened their grip and memories blurred at the edges.
His Mana returned painfully slowly, coming in threads as it washed across his body, making him feel whole once again. Every time he noticed it, he resisted the instinct to pull at it and accelerate the process, wanting to refill his mana pool naturally, as this would strengthen him for the future.
