Reyn said nothing but just quietly climbed onto his bed, falling asleep. The next morning, I sat up, yawned, and stretched as usual. Reyn just sat silently, staring at me. "Zale, where is Zale?" I asked, standing up. I lifted a robe, and one by one, each robe I kept on the bed met the floor instead. I lifted a jar, then a bowl. I kept lifting things while calling, "Zale." What's that noise so early in the morning, host? Can't I have my beauty sleep? the System chimed in. "I can't find Zale," I said, sounding panicked and scared. [ Ask that fox.] It went silent again, and I paused slowly, turning to Reyn. "Reyn," I gritted, my spine straightening, my hand flying to my waist. "Where is Zale?" "He left," he said dryly, not daring to look at my eyes. "He left?" I repeated, scoffing. He should have said that earlier. I slowly turned to face the mess I created on the bed. Now who will arrange this? My lips kept trembling, and my eyes flicked shut in a desperate attempt
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