Peace When There Is None

Eliezer knelt beside the bed in his room with his head down and his face buried in the blankets. His elbows rested comfortably on the mattress and his hands pressed together with interlocked fingers.

It was late and long past the time he would have normally slept, but his mind was set on other things. The room was dark with the exception of the soft and gentle moonlight which flooded through the window, the curtains of which he had pulled back to welcome the newness of the quiet air at even.

"Will you not sleep?" a gentle voice asked from behind him.

He smiled, raising his head without opening his eyes. "You, my dear, are awake, are you not? So, tell me, why not I?"

"You, Mr. Webber, do not take proper care of yourself," she quietly scolded him. "You have tried and labored these past days. You should rest now, while you're able."

"Ah, and you, Miss Garner? Will you rest, also?" he asked, discreetly glancing over at her, unmoving.

She stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, on her f