The carriage rattled over the cobblestone, yet its passengers barely felt the tremor, at least until it was heavy enough to shake the entire vehicle.
It was one of the features of the magic, absorbing the shock while keeping the riders unharmed.
Without it, Xion would have been sore from the wheels' heavy jostling.
Yet Xion remained blissfully unaware of it all. The reinforced carriage walls, the plush cushions, and even the newly added soft roofing... None of it even crossed his mind.
For someone accustomed to modern cars, comfort like this did not feel noteworthy. It didn't feel special.
Or perhaps it was, but Xion had never once considered that the upgrades had been done for him.
And how could he? When he was used to living alone? He never expected such considerations from anyone.
His mind was far too preoccupied to notice, anyway.
The magic of mana, the comfort of pillows, none of it mattered when something far more urgent clouded his thoughts.
Darius' health.
