The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the small windows of Thorian's cottage, casting gentle beams of light upon Desina as she lay on the bed, lost in her thoughts. Her mind buzzed with worry for her loved ones, especially her mother, whose safety weighed heavily on her heart.
In the midst of her reverie, Thorian entered the room, a steaming bowl of porridge in hand. He set it down on the counter with a clink, his eyes immediately noticing the furrow in Desina's brow. "What's on your mind, Desina?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet probing.
Startled by his question, Desina blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Oh, um... just... thinking," she stammered, struggling to find her words amidst the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in her mind.
Thorian's brow furrowed with concer
