Chapter 45: Pilgrim's Progress
Ophelia's POV
The morning brought a new sort of peace. Ophelia rolled over in the bed to cozy up to Sam. She didn't realize he was already awake, flipping through the pages of a book.
"Good morning, sunshine," he crooned.
"Good morning," Ophelia replied, stifling a yawn.
"I think we should probably address the glowing eyes thing," Sam stated. It was a quiet thought, almost like he wasn't saying it to anyone in particular.
"Well, I don't think I found any answers overnight," Ophelia told him. She was in a good mood, feeling better than she had felt in years, or ever, probably.
"I think you might have unlocked some sort of ability," Sam explained.
"Hmm," was the only response Ophelia could muster. "I guess it's possible. I think we're sort of in uncharted territory. Or, forgotten territory, rather."
Sam nodded.