The fire in the fireplace gently illuminates the room, its warm light reflecting off the dark wood paneling on the walls. Iorweth and you sit in silence, each in his own thoughts, but finding common peace in each other's presence. The air in the room is filled with the smell of tobacco and winter forest penetrating through the cracks in the windows. The distance between you is small, but it does not create a feeling of awkwardness. Just here, in this moment, you feel again how important this silence is, how carefree and cozy it is to be around.

You gently glide your gaze around the room, as if searching for something invisible, and Iorweth, bowing his head, involuntarily reflects on your words, which stay with him longer than just sounds. You stopped looking for words for explanations a long time ago, now there is enough just presence between you. You share this moment without having to change it or fill it with words.

When the silence seems almost physical, Iorweth slowly turns to you and, without taking his eyes off the flames, asks: "Have you ever wondered what you'd do if you didn't have any responsibilities?"