Miles kept rolling the gun around his finger as Sarissa's lips bobbed up and down.
"Ho-how did you manage…"
"I couldn't sleep last night." Miles answered in a flat tone, focusing intently on the gun, as if taking his eyes off of it would cause the weapon to vanish in a myriad of sparks. "I didn't wake you up, because you were sleeping so peacefully with Dee, that it just didn't feel right."
Sarissa let out a sigh and shook her head, while Dee rubbed its head against her leg.
"You're so hopeless…" She chuckled lightly. "But you didn't answer my question."
"I was getting there." Miles scoffed. "I began to think about the hunt with Jorrin and the rest of Ashmark, and how it felt slightly different than back in Thalan'dor. And when I thought of it, I decided to try and reach out to my Stories, focusing on the… Echo that we got in touch with back then…"
He paused for a brief moment, letting his words linger in the air like memory, and then added.
