Chapter 73: Don’t push yourself
"How are you feeling now?" Arthur asked gently, kneeling before the Goddess he served.
Tiamuth looked up, her expression tired. "I’m fine... I was just testing if I could go a few months without sleep."
Ever since the excruciating pain she felt after the binds were broken, she had begun to question if she was still truly immortal.
So, she stayed awake for as long as she could. But now, with her eyes growing heavier by the day, she knew—something wasn’t right.
"You could pass the time with games," Arthur suggested, trying to lighten the mood. "Something like puzzles?"
"What’s that?" Tiamuth’s ears perked up, a spark returning to her eyes. "I haven’t been out in ages."
She had been painfully bored ever since she regained feeling in her hands. It was like being only half-free. Though she could now move in the small space around her, there was little she could actually do.
"I have been visiting you, you know," came a familiar voice—calm, steady, and warm.
Arthur turned to see her: a woman walking toward them, her eyes hidden behind the veil she always wore.
"It’s been a while, Aurelia," he said with a small smile, then turned back to Tiamuth and began gently arranging her silky hair.
The fallen Goddess stiffened at first, surprised by the tenderness—but then stayed still, quietly accepting his touch.