Lor woke up stiff and cold in the early morning.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, a faint gray-blue creeping over the rooftops.
He had fallen asleep on the roof tiles without meaning to, his jacket barely enough to ward off the night chill.
His back ached and his neck felt sore as he pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes.
He climbed back in through his window quietly, careful not to make noise, then collapsed onto his bed. This time he slept properly, sinking into deep, dreamless rest until the smell of breakfast finally pulled him awake.
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When Lor came downstairs the next morning, the house already carried the quiet tension of an impending departure.
Eren stood near the front door, fully dressed in his traveling coat, a heavy bag resting at his feet.
He was eating quickly while standing up, tearing off pieces of bread and cheese, clearly trying to finish before he had to leave.
Mira watched him from the kitchen doorway.
