[Ren: Go as planned, and let's meet up at the entrance of the Town.]
Ren sent the message and watched it fade from his interface.
Then he opened a private channel and typed another message.
[Ren: I'm in the meadows and on my way to town. If you're also transported here, just follow the wisps. Meet you in the city . . . ]
He stared at the words for a moment longer than necessary.
It sounded stiff.
Formal.
Too… businesslike.
Ren frowned slightly.
They didn't call each other by pet names. No love, no babe, no honey. Just thinking about using those made his shoulders tense up. It felt awkward, unnatural—like wearing someone else's clothes.
Still…
Should he add something at the end?
Something like I love you?
The thought alone made his ears burn.
Ren quickly shook his head.
No.
Those words shouldn't be typed. They were meant to be spoken—face to face, not sent as text in the middle of a cursed meadow filled with lost souls.
