Zire was almost the same as that day. No... even messier than that. Sitting still without any movement, he looked like one who had lost every hope in life. This suffocated Commander Iria even more.
When she made her way to him, Zire heard her footsteps and turned his head to her. Then he rose from his seat. "Commander."
"I forbid you to leave the camp but not your tent," she said to him in a pretty firm voice. She briefly looked at the entrance and noticed that Rion was also standing there. His concern for his friend was very evident in his face.
"I apologize for making you worried," Zire said with his head lowered.
"If you're really sorry, then you should compose yourself, Zire," Iria Alewine uttered. "How long will you stay like this?"
Zire didn't say anything but he never lifted his head. He stood still with his gaze on the ground.