How the Times Change
It was the same as any other day, Clara thought. The sun was shining, and Gilas was walking alongside her as usual. However, today was decidedly not the same as any other day. After all, this was the last day of her mate's treatment, and it was more than a cause for celebration if she did say so herself.
"So, are we planning anything for later?" Clara couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing beyond going back home to Keen Manor," Gilas replied with a shrug. "Why?"
Clara simply nodded. In truth, such an answer was the best thing she could've heard from him that day. At the very least, her efforts with Shila wouldn't be wasted with him suddenly going off to do work for the day.
Indeed, today was a cause for celebration, which meant that the Keen Manor was already gearing itself up for a party right at that very moment.
"No reason," she coolly replied. "Just checking, really."
"Doesn't sound like it," Gilas scoffed. "Are you planning something?"