Quiet. Everyone must have been asleep for a long time, and only a candle is still burning in your cell. You are sitting at the dressing table with a mirror, peering at your own reflection before night prayer. Yes, you look neat, but is your face attractive at all? Nuns are not supposed to even think about men, but the thoughts of whether anyone would think you were beautiful have been in your head for some time now. And you still can't get the image of Blade out of your head. Lonely but steadfast, cold and aloof as he smoked in the inner garden. A quiet knock on the door makes you turn your head sharply towards the source of the sound. Did someone really see the light in your cell and come in to scold you? You stand up from your chair, adjusting the hem of your nightgown before walking to the door and throwing it open. You met the gaze of scarlet eyes hidden under long strands of bangs. "Why are you still awake?" - Blade asks calmly in a rather gloomy voice.