“Gods,” Adora gasped, holding her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart, “I should have known I couldn’t just slip in and out without you knowing.” She shook her head, her straight black hair falling around her shoulders as her head moved. In her calloused hands was a book. Silas stared at it for a moment, before shaking his head and rubbing his eyes,

“What do you want?” He asked, throwing his legs off the bed and standing up.

“I was just going to drop this off and leave,” Adora said, holding up the small book in one hand before walking over to Silas’s desk and putting it down on the corner. “Sorry I woke you up. I’ll be leaving now.” She turned around, her dark blue tunic drifted with her as she made her way out of the tent.

Silas waited for a moment, watching her leave, before sighing and calling her back with a weak call, “Adora, wait.” She froze before slowly turning around. Her small, elfish features were cold, and her lips were tight, but her eyes slightly softened by his calling.

“Yeah?” Adora said, her voice harsh.

“I-I’m sorry.” Silas rubbed his eyes again as he sat in the seat at his desk, “It’s tough, being there, seeing her grave. Even four years later, it still gives me nightmares.” Adora’s eyebrows furrowed, as she frowned and awkwardly rubbed her arm, still standing near the entrance of the tent.

“I’m sorry too.” Adora said, looking away with a softened expression, “I was trying to help, by pushing you away. I thought I made you think about her, and with us coming here...” Adora trailed off, taking a moment to collect herself, “I was trying to help, but I can see I was just making it worse.” Adora looked down, “I’m sorry.”

“So, can we be friends again?” Silas said with a small, gentle smile. Adora could not help but smile back when she saw that familiar smile rise on Silas’s lips.

“I guess.” Adora said, dramatically rolling her eyes before sitting on the edge of Silas’s desk, “So, wanna drink to our rekindled friendship?”

“I’m not going to bed anytime soon, so why not?” Silas said, walking over to his bed and bending down. Adora’s face changed to one of concern after hearing this, but she decided not to ask, since Silas tended to be a private person, and they were finally on friendly terms again. She told herself that she would have to speak to her father about Silas and his sleeping problems when they got back to the capital though. Until then, she would act like nothing was wrong.

Silas swiped his hand under his bed before grabbing something and pulling it out. It was a small, brown trunk. The small box had two leather straps around it, keeping it shut. Silas set it on his bed and undid the straps. He then opened the box, where a small collection of elven wine was sitting. They smelled like flowers local to the area.

“What? How’d you get such good wine?” Adora asked, peeking over Silas’s shoulder with an envious look.

“I don’t waste my money on sweets.” Silas said with a grin, which made Adora snort.

“Bug off, you slimy tree frog.” Adora retorted, throwing up her hands and turning around. She walked over to Silas’s desk and opened the bottom drawer on the left, pulling out two glasses. With a small clink, she put the glasses on the desk.

“You’re welcome for sharing my delicious, expensive wine with you.” Silas said with a smirk, putting two bottles of wine on the desk before he grabbed a chair in the corner and pulled it up for Adora.

“And you’re welcome for kindly returning your favorite book, so you didn’t have to come get it yourself.” Adora jokingly sneered as she plopped in her seat.

Silas grabbed the wine and twisted the top off, then poured the wine. The sweet, white wine smoothly fell into the cups.

With a toast to their friendship, the two friends began to drink heavily from their cups.