Ren stood up, his joints popping from sitting still for so long. He looked at the door. The guards would be outside, but he knew the layout of this wing.
Still, even with this knowledge, he couldn't slip out yet.
He stayed seated and even dropped his dog on the bed, resting as he watched Cilian's chest rise and fall heavily, his guard extremely high as he waited for yet another clue from Cilian.
But none came. And with that, the sun began to set, casting long orange shadows into the walls of the dark room.
The room had grown cooler, and before Ren knew it, he had dozed off into a five-second nap.
As soon as he felt a little shift on the bed, he lifted his body in an instant, his eyes locked on Cilian, who had woken up.
Cilian's eyes remained fixed on Ren, his breathing shallow, but the sharp, fox-like glint returning to his gaze.
He had woken up but didn't say anything. Creepy bastard.
