Yui sat up and let her eyes adjust to the moonlight. It was quiet in her bedroom: Citan was off somewhere again. Normally she would roll over and go back to sleep, but there was no light coming from his workshop through the window, either.
That, she knew, meant he was probably brooding. She found him outside, staring down at the village.
“Which one?” she asked. He tensed and she smiled just a little to see she could still sneak up on him.
“‘Which one?’” he echoed in his best harmless-eccentric-country-doctor voice.
“Hyu, please. I understand that you needed to come out here and watch the boy, but I still remember the man I married. You don’t need to wear that mask with me.”
Citan shook his head. “It’s less of a mask these days. I like being a country doctor. I like being–”
“Harmless?”
“It’s a nice change.”
“It won’t last forever.”
“It doesn’t have to. I’m enjoying it now.”
