Daniel walks further into the garden, and I follow him, the raindrops forming a gentle melody around us. As we continue our conversation, the topic veers toward his experiences on Minerva.
"I had a lot of work and few parties," Daniel jests, eliciting a smile from me. The ambiance of the garden, with its fragrant blossoms and the rhythmic sound of rain, creates a serene backdrop to our exchange.
"What about..." I begin, but the words trail off. I find myself hesitating, realizing that Vallen's affairs are not within my purview.
Daniel's expression shifts, perhaps sensing the unspoken question lingering about Vallen. He pauses for a moment, and I decide to sidestep the potentially sensitive topic.
"Vallen?" Daniel prompts, and I respond with a shy wave.
As we continue our stroll, the r
