"Wise," she repeated, this time with a longer sigh, as if the word carried more than irony.
They stood still for a few more seconds, the narrow street breathing around them. A shopkeeper closed the wooden doors of his shop. A group of young people passed by laughing loudly, discussing something too trivial to matter. Life went on, indifferent to that small knot forming between two people who were dangerously close to crossing an invisible line.
Morgana was the first to move.
"Let's keep walking," she said. "If we stand still for too long, I'll start overthinking. And that never ends well."
"Overthinking is practically a noble sport," Damon commented, following her.
"Don't be proud of it."
He smiled slightly.
