That evening, they bid each other goodnight earlier than their usual, as they would have to wake up again at six in the morning. Adrien went back to the west tower and prepared for the following day: he picked the clothes he would wear, washed himself, shaved, then returned to his room and settled into bed. As he lay with his back against the sheets, he let his mind free to roam - and, among the other things, he found himself thinking about Val. So much had changed in the span of not even two weeks; and yet, so little had changed. All was good and all was well; everything had been moving forwards - painlessly and unflinchingly.