Another three weeks passed like mud through a pipe: slowly and with all the grime and grit that came with it. Kallima struggled to keep her emotions in check for Ignatius' sake, a task easier said than done. Every time Keeper Donovan visited her to mock how slowly she was healing despite the golden youth's assertion that her recovery was going well, she felt the strong urge to punch the old man, and it showed in the way Ignatius trembled at the sight of the greying man. The remainder of the time, he maintained the cold, unfeeling expression that Kallima did her best to emulate.
More concerning, he stopped staying the night in the recovery room.
The absence would not have bothered Kallima so much if not for a day at the end of the month when she wandered the dreamscape in search of him only to find nothing. The next morning, he slumped into the ward with sunken eyes, red lines on his cheeks, and bruised wrists.