The days passed peacefully.
For the first time in a long time, Thoren found himself living a life that did not require him to constantly worry about what would happen tomorrow.
Every morning he woke up knowing exactly where he was going, who would be waiting for him, and what he would be doing.
Although his work could sometimes be exhausting, it was the kind of exhaustion that came with satisfaction rather than fear.
He would wake up early, prepare himself for work, and leave the apartment with Mabel beside him.
Sometimes, she would complain about being late because Thoren took too long getting ready.
Other times, he would tease her for spending too much time choosing what to wear despite the fact that she had an entire wardrobe filled with clothes she barely used.
Their arguments were never serious.
They were the ordinary arguments of a young couple who had become comfortable with each other's presence.
