Time went by, and Oliver was finally beginning to feel better. Throughout his time of recovery, he sat silently, watching the girls talk and argue over meager, almost trivial matters.
It almost made him forget they were inside the realm for a second.
But the harsh, suffocating environment was quick to remind him of that fact. The dry air, the faint tremors beneath the ground, the distant, haunting echoes that never truly faded.
Still, while he sat silently, ignoring any questions that were thrown his way or simply nodding in response, he had his gaze entirely fixed on Eva Montclair.
Her beautiful face, her charisma, everything about her reminded him of the woman he had met back in his first life… or perhaps, the woman he had yet to meet again in this one.
'She's still very immature, but…'
Oliver lingered on the thought for a moment before shaking his head slightly, dismissing it.
