Footprints

"What?" Asty asked him, trying to clarify whether what she heard was right.

"Oh no silly, it's nothing." Chaol smiled at her and stood up. He stretched his limbs in the air and rubbed his hair. Even though it wasn't parted, his hair was still gorgeously messy and suitable for his dashing looks.  "You should be resting now."

Asty observed the count's tensed movements. Chaol carefully covers her entire body with the blanket and took the tray in his hands. "Sleep well."

"C-Chaol." she whispered his name.

Of course, the sudden calling caused him to abruptly halt his movements and glance at her. His thoughts were raining curses once again, because of Asty's weak voice. Chaol heaved a sigh and looked at her. "Yes?"

"L-Last night... there was someone."

Chaol's eyes immediately froze in confusion. 'Someone?'

"I don't know if I was only seeing th