A veiled promise.

Tic stared dazedly across the dungeon, his vision obscured by strands of pink hair. His face burned, slightly flushed, and the numb pressure against his forehead increased. His breathing staggered for a moment, flustered by the girl's sudden approach. There was an unknown warmth in those arms around him; a vague, distant feeling; a feeling he hadn't felt for such a long time.

The dull noise of clinking chains sounded as the embrace loosened. She slid her arms off him; he continued to stare, face still slightly reddened. "Tic?" Miraye asked, questioning his silence, pulling him out of a reverie of dim awe.

His eyes wandered slowly back down into his shirt. He blinked away the burning in them, and licked his dry, hungry lips. It now occurred to him how impossible his words were, but Miraye's response, as awkward as it was, gave him a sort of underlying confidence. The thoughts of escape returned to him, now clearer and stronger than before. He had to do it now, he was sure. He lifted his head, heart thumping softly in his ears. “Tomorrow.”

"Tomorrow?"

"We'll escape," he whispered. "We'll do it tomorrow; we'll leave this place forever."