"It's getting late."
"Mhm. It does indeed." Marina replied.
Aeolian sighed deeply as he fell into his armchair, while Marina was unpacking the boxes she was asked to.
"And what's your point?"The woman asked, stopping from her work for a while, to look up at the man.
"Elanor is not here and she does not pick up the phone." Aeolian muttered worriedly, starring at the screen of his phone.
"She's a grown woman, Aeolian. Maybe she decided to meet a friend. maybe she just needed some time alone. Maybe she is still looking for the thing she seemed so desperate to find in the morning. You worry too much."
Aeolian fell silent. he bit his lip and tugged in before sighing deeply and rubbing his face with both his hands.
"Maybe I am just overthinking it." he muttered to himself.
"You surely
