Over the course of their meal many topics of conversation were brought up and though they ate quickly to savor the time they had left, it seemed like there was no pressure to hurry otherwise. Éclaira spoke about how her paintings were getting better and better, while Remiel said something similar to his writing hobby among other things. All the while they smiled, laughed, and enjoyed each other’s company while all they spoke about were happier topics that would make them forget about everything else.
Eventually Éclaira peered up at the ceiling, the rain was still pounding on the roof above them. There was no danger of it breaking from the rain. Éclaira returned her attention to Remiel, “It’s a bit too quiet in here.”
Remiel silently agreed, and he had a way to please her. “Let me fix that.” He clapped his hands twice, and the wai