The wind blew on Sagiri's cloak. He had spent the third day in the fortress, daring not to go anywhere. He currently sat at the edge of the wall of the fifth wing, blending into the darkness that was starting to blanket the horizon. He was feeling even more restless, no matter how much he tried to calm himself. He had not been able to sleep a wink. Instead, he spent his night listening to Lira snore softly, who had come to sleep in his room again. She was kind enough to come with her beddings and sprawl on the floor. Sagiri did not have the strength to chastise her and just let her do whatever she wanted.
