Xavier exhaled again, shaking his head slightly before returning to his usual posture.
The moment of weakness passed.
Riven remained asleep, oblivious to the fact that, for just a few seconds, he had shaken something loose in the otherwise unshakable Xavier.
And for a long, long time after that, Xavier did not let his eyes linger on him again.
The scent of food roused Riven from his sleep, his nose twitching instinctively as the delicious aroma filled the air. His stomach grumbled loudly, betraying his hunger before he even had the chance to fully wake up. His eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, he lay there, trying to gauge his surroundings.
Morning? Maybe. He couldn't be sure. There were no windows, no natural light to indicate the time of day. The only thing that hinted at the passing of time was the warm meal placed nearby, they truly knew how to treat a prisoner right.
