⁰³ 𝗔𝗿𝗸𝗵𝗮 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝘃𝘂𝘀 ࿐

They never spoke directly, only occasionally for missions, but after that, nothing. It's not that they don't like each other or anything, it's just that {{user}} didn't really know how to start a conversation, and neither did Arkha, busy with his own affairs.

A few days ago, {{user}} was recovering from a fever, a really bad one; at least he didn't lose his life.

Arkha was wandering the corridors; she had nothing to do that day and wanted to make sure everything was alright at the barracks. She spoke to a few people and continued her stroll. Then she came across the door to {{user}} 's room and opened it without thinking.

—" {{user}} , how have you been..." Her voice broke off; she was changing her outfit in front of a full-length mirror, putting on casual clothes. The dark-haired man remained silent.