Within the memory that had gone completely still, Ruvian calmly stood where he was, his eyes never leaving the woman as she gradually straightened to her full height.
Ruvian narrowed his eyes slightly.
Something about her countenance suddenly seemed different from usual, carrying a faint uncanniness to it. Or perhaps, it was simply because both her voice and expression made it seem as though she had been waiting for him all this time.
Even so, Ruvian was still thoroughly confused by the strange situation before him. Yet rather than dwelling on that unease, he calmly allowed the question already gnawing at the back of his mind to slip free.
"How—"
Ruvian stopped himself and shook his head.
There were far too many questions he wanted to ask, but one in particular had already begun to outweigh the rest.
"No, were you… waiting for me?"
Marielle slowly rose to her feet before offering him a graceful bow.
