Maxi took a deep breath, filling her lungs with his scent. His robes smelled of horses and the metallic tang of iron armor.
With both hands resting on the windowsill, Riftan stared out the window at the night sky illuminated by a crescent moon. Maxi could feel the tension exuding from him even through his armor.
She did not know what to say. She stared at his motionless figure before lowering her gaze to her knees. A knock interrupted the silence.
"Sir Riftan, I've brought you hot water."
It was Ruth. Riftan slowly turned around and opened the door. Light streamed in from the hallway, and Maxi crawled to the corner of the bed to avoid it. She caught a glimpse of Ruth trying to peer past Riftan's shoulder with a concerned look.
"I also have some clean linen and a change of clothes. As for your meal…"
"Bring it in an hour."