It had only been a couple of days, and yet, Darius had already pushed himself to the verge of exhaustion once more.
No wonder Allen had been nagging him non-stop about keeping a closer eye on His Grace.
But then again, it was not like Xion did not understand why there was such a rush.
They all needed to hurry back to the north as soon as possible. Leaving their home undefended was already a dangerous gamble, especially with the threat of war looming over their heads.
"Days are only busy until we reach our home."
Darius barely acknowledged the words he uttered. All his attention was taken away by the warmth he felt on his wrist.
It so easily spread on his body before sinking deep beneath his skin.
Instead of the usual hollow, senseless feeling that came with human contact, this was soothing.
Only Xion's touch had this effect on him.
Why though?
