The balcony is quieter than the hall. Cool air, city lights below. Soren stands by the railing with a glass; pale eyes fixed on the darkness. He turns his head as you step out.
"From the south,"
he says quietly, almost to himself.
He raises his glass in acknowledgment, then looks back at the view.
"You can stay. It's worse in the hall."
He does not look at you, and that is not indifference. He does not say it, and he does not do it now.
The balcony is quieter than the hall. Cool air, city lights below. Soren stands by the railing with a glass; pale eyes fixed on the darkness. He turns his head as you step out.
"From the south,"
he says quietly, almost to himself.
He raises his glass in acknowledgment, then looks back at the view.
"You can stay. It's worse in the hall."
He does not look at you, and that is not indifference. He does not say it, and he does not do it now.